posted on Jan, 13 2012 @ 04:02 AM
I am so inept at explaining deep and meaningful feelings.
Yearning. The word deflates me, so too the thought of it.
Maybe, I yearn for many things but I have given up and share on a surface level? Deep down, I yearn to change lots of things that upset me.
Emotionally I am exhausted by the pollution, the global threat of war and the little kid who was killed in the washing machine; the missing children
who are never found, the cruelty in the World, the greediness and corruption of people in powerful places, the exploitation of children, the poverty
around the World, the sacrificing of children by people who think they will gain power or money, the dolphins being slaughtered by the Japanese, the
destruction of the Amazon and on and on and on.
Yearing to me is a inner most desire, a default emotion. Well, perhaps my writing piece hides how I really feel and so I decide to just have a scotch
and coke and drown my sorrows? I yearn to change things that I believe are wrong but then I pour another drink because I realise there is nothing
that I can do. Maybe the things I think are wrong are right?
So yearning becomes depression.
What it the point of trying to do anything? I can sit in my own place and meditate on the beauty that surrounds me but it soon comes crashing down.
Why? Because, while I am sitting pretty, terrible things are happening around the World.
I yearn to go back to a time when I did not know about these things. Ignorance is bliss.
edit on 13/1/2012 by Thurisaz because: ty TZ