Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Even the Massive Clouds Cry for You (pg.22)

In my humble opinion, I highly recommend the addition of the track right below as a background score to further enhance your enjoyment.
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"Nocturne Op.9 No.2" Chopin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChJVhc285NU



Once Upon a Time a Long Time Ago, in a Land that Time Forgot. There was a woman by the name of Aphrodite. Aphrodite was unique in that she was not any regular woman, for she was a goddess. The goddess of love, lust, and beauty. Men pursuing these three things chased her day and night with their prayers and wishes of desperation. For eons she was content with her melancholy position in the cosmos.  






Until one day, she realized that she had grown tired of her daily routine. She noticed a feeling in her chest. Upon closer examination she discovered that their had been a hole in her heart. Unknowing to her just how lonely she had really become over time. Weary of the countless men fueled to madness with their selfish love, insatiable lust, and desire for physical beauty. While all the while she was longing for true love, free of infatuation and superficial obsessions.

She set out on her journey to find that which her heart desired most. She searched the highest mountains, the deepest oceans, the hottest deserts, and the coldest tundras. To her dismay she could not find love. She tried to make sense of it all, she tried to understand. Yet she couldn't. For she could not yet even understand herself. She was subject to the same patterns for millions of years. That she did not know who she really was.





One day as she was journeying through a valley that was littered with boulders both big and small. She stumbled upon a message that was etched in one of the many boulders. The message that was written was:

"You desire so much to move on, yet you choose not to. Clinging desperately to the familiarity of the sorrow of your past. Will you listen for a moment with a big heart, and an open mind? To these words that you yourself originally created, so long ago?

When is the last time you let your heart bleed? So that you can feel the extent of your sorrow, and the depth of your joy? When is the last time you chose to ignore practicality? And instead, let yourself feel the way your heart felt, rather than think what your brain thought?


Perhaps then and only then you can understand that emotions are two ended. One cannot feel joy without the same capacity to feel sorrow. One cannot feel love without the same capacity to feel hate.


Should your pain be any less wondrous as your pleasure? With two hands you try desperately to build your dream in a desert made from your hope.


If you would see past your wall of grief. You would be in awe at the boundless beauty of the world of which you walk upon. The breathless sweetness of the life that you live.


A Queen you are. Though you do not yet know it. Because you view the world through eyes blurry with tears of pain and misery.


What lovely colors you paint the world. As you moisten dry deserts with your soothing ocean. And cause flowers to bloom in Winter with your fingers of gentle warmth.


Whenever you are sad. Even the massive clouds cry for you. Whenever you are happy. Even the sun smiles with its ancient grin."


After reading this, she

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