At the 30th of December’s misty nights
There I was with the waves of dawn
The wind within the shore was unlike any other;
A soothing feeling that cripples right through me
There was a sensation of peace inflicted on this picturesque.
I have been here before,
For my soul has taken this spot as my safe-haven
But tonight felt different-
There was protection, epiphany, certainty, restfulness, & grit
All at this same place
Where I once deluded myself with agony.
The cynical man was nowhere to be found
He felt like a different person to me now;
His eyes were ablaze with might, hope, and allegiance
The libertine in him has finally escaped the labyrinth
He now knows what there is to gamble in life
It was there-
The purpose that he has long been vying to have.
And it was there on that same old little-town deck
Where the stars have drastically aligned for him
He was a different person-
Not as bright, outgoing and open as before
For he has finally understood the essence of personal security,
The importance of social and moral responsibility,
And the need for wisdom and integrity
In this wrenched, rotten and hostile place that he stands in.
For he has now realized
How it felt to reek happiness from independence
That in the pursuit of completing one’s self,
an ‘another’ is unnecessary and off the pages
and that life is lived well-enough-
when we make the best moments
out of ourselves and our own prosperities.
There is more to life
Than to be insecure, repugnant, or ambiguous
And cliché as it may strike;
Instead of waiting for the best to come,
Be the best,
And there you will feel heaven
In the resting pages of your own solitude.
-a lifetime devotion, puhon.