My girl

Circle of Life - the symphany of joy and sorrow

What is love if not happiness?
What is happiness if not loss?
What is loss if not despair?
What is despair if not love?

Life is full of circular relationships and perhaps this isn't one that everyone believes holds. But nevertheless bittersweet melodies play in everyone's lives at some point and perhaps drives our hedonistic lust to embrace our existence.

Me

There's an inner me: quietly contemplative, sensitive and a melancholic. Perhaps like a poet, afraid to be happy because happiness is meaningless when it is so inevitably fleeting.

There's an outer me: brash yet awkward, outgoing yet shy. Sometimes fun and always given to excesses. A rough shell that yearns for a life of its own.

If I stood at the cliff overlooking the world how many of Me would give in to temptation? How many would stand fast? If I travelled to the ends of the earth what would I find there? Rocks and the sea? Myself and emptiness?

Between these two caught is Me. A dreamer and a nihilist, an optimist and a pretender. Form without form, thoughts without beliefs... at least some of the time.