#differentperspective
For some, life is a flicker of light;
For others, a plummet into the deep.
But life is only the shape of the soul,
And the secrets we choose to keep.
It is a tragedy how the arrogant boast,
As if they’ve tasted every sea—
While ignoring the hidden, bitter springs
That define reality.
The forgotten are left like autumn leaves,
Dry, wrinkled, and cast aside,
But that leaf carries a beautiful, broken soul
With nowhere left to hide.
When that soul meets the water's stream,
It changes everything it touches.
But the water must choose what it wants to find
In the leaf it holds in its clutches.
For there is always one who tries their best,
Only to vanish in the crowd—
Losing the real prize in the noise of the rest,
And the voices that boast too loud.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
People are janitors.
We try to keep our lives clean,
but it always goes back to ruins.
We try to clean up the lives of others,
Only to find that we can't do anything.
And that we probably hurt them.
And that we probably messed their lives and ours.
We try to clean our hearts.
It's broken. It's shattered.
It's muddy after a day outside, playing in a storm of tears.
Yet, we always fail, don't we?
Thinking that maybe tomorrow is the day it washes itself.
We try to clean the world.
This organization promises cleanliness in Africa.
That organization promises cleanliness in Asia.
But is any cleaning really done?
For every ten fundraisers started, I hear one semi-succeed in its job.
Yet, we believe that we can clean the world.
It's true, we could.
But we're too busy cleaning our own hearts, aren't we?
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC