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The story of my life.
9 years ago
Dont only practice your Art,
But force your Way into its Secrets,
for it and Knowledge can
raise Men to the Divine
Ludwig van Beethoven Dont know why, I just felt like sharing my life in form of this here. It was a hard time but it made me stronger.
My life has been a long nightmare, not knowing who I am, what I am. Many years I was outlawed. Felt weak and unimportant. I stumbled on the long dark road ahead of me, fell into the dirt, hurt myself in hope that there somewhen will be light at the end of the tunnel.
No friends to get support, a father that threats with suicide... The road was to walk on alone, hard and steep to crawl on it, no safeguard, no energy to go on as I ended up in a cold dark pit.
I looked death into the eyes, hoped it would have mercy on me and free me of the burden of life. But even it did have no graciousness as it sent me back to the cold road until I reached a cave, a mirror suddenly appeared infront. It did show something I did not recognize, showing something strong and noble that was not me. It wasnt until this day as the lonely road of life changed to some illumination.
Although the road did have a faint light it still was a hard burden to walk on, my knees chafed from the grovel. There grew something in me, the first time there actually was hope within this world. It was enough to let me push further, against all the odds to maybe redeem my redemption of this cruelty.
This road, as hard as it had been over all those years made me stronger. Changed me in its fire, in its atrocity. Altered my entire beeing as I see had seen myself.
I discarded my old self to grow into my new, stronger self. I elevated over my misery, hardened myself to survive in such a world before becoming strong enough to forge my own fate as I lifted up into the air from the ashes of my former being. Gone forever as I were reborn again.
My life has been a long nightmare, not knowing who I am, what I am. Many years I was outlawed. Felt weak and unimportant. I stumbled on the long dark road ahead of me, fell into the dirt, hurt myself in hope that there somewhen will be light at the end of the tunnel.
No friends to get support, a father that threats with suicide... The road was to walk on alone, hard and steep to crawl on it, no safeguard, no energy to go on as I ended up in a cold dark pit.
I looked death into the eyes, hoped it would have mercy on me and free me of the burden of life. But even it did have no graciousness as it sent me back to the cold road until I reached a cave, a mirror suddenly appeared infront. It did show something I did not recognize, showing something strong and noble that was not me. It wasnt until this day as the lonely road of life changed to some illumination.
Although the road did have a faint light it still was a hard burden to walk on, my knees chafed from the grovel. There grew something in me, the first time there actually was hope within this world. It was enough to let me push further, against all the odds to maybe redeem my redemption of this cruelty.
This road, as hard as it had been over all those years made me stronger. Changed me in its fire, in its atrocity. Altered my entire beeing as I see had seen myself.
I discarded my old self to grow into my new, stronger self. I elevated over my misery, hardened myself to survive in such a world before becoming strong enough to forge my own fate as I lifted up into the air from the ashes of my former being. Gone forever as I were reborn again.
V.