Untamed

The sound of rain falling from the heavenly sky upon a cold night sends a reminder of how lonely life can be but more often than not, sends a beautiful inspirational feel and lasting aura to everyone it surrounds. The sound it creates whilst it beats the ground is musical, with an orchestra of natural foliage as a sweet symphony to sooth the soul. It is often these moments that release people into their wild feelings, often letting lose of the mundane rituals of life and the stresses placed upon them.

They can act like a child and not be judged upon or ridiculed, they are free as a person, even if it is for a few moments and can give them a new lease of life. The smell of the coming rain teases ones sense of smell, tempting it with what is to come but lingers just out of reach. Many embrace the moment with open arms and hope that such a moment shall never leave them whilst others retreat to a place where they can ignore its distorted presence. Many memories can be provoked by the rains mere presence, forcing people to do nothing with their time but ponder about their life and everything in it.

For some, this is an enlightening moment, often giving them the chance to think about what they normally choose to ignore. That chance to think providing closure on some things they haven’t been able to get at any other time. For others, thinking of memories only creates undesired feelings and creating situations they would rather not find themselves in. Not because they chose to ignore it but because the emotions associated with such memories are only negative and painful.

Pain is something every human fears, despite how many claim how fearless they are; deep within themselves, they know that no belly of a lion is made of steel. They aren’t cowardly for claiming such a thing, it is merely a human emotion based on control; humans tend to want to feel as though they are in control of something, particularly their life. Pain often has little or no level of control at all and something we all cannot help, so many choose to avoid it rather than face the bare facts.

The rain can be a beautiful thing if one chooses to accept it and embrace the beauty such an element of the Earth possesses. Often the most beautiful things are overlooked and under-appreciated and it is a shame, considering how uplifting such an experience can be.

Change is something many fear and wonder whether it’s a risk worth taking, especially if what they’re about to change has been such a huge part of their life for so long. Changing something one has known for so long is similar to waking up one morning only to find the sky has been scorched a dark and bleak black, the sight of it leaving the world to wonder what has happened. They no longer see their familiar and often beautiful sunrise that resembles a wonderfully illustrated canvas of skillfully painted vibrancy and colour.

A new sense of emotion washes over them like the change of the oceans tide and no longer does one feel safe and in control. Change is not always a bad thing and for some, it can be exactly what they have been searching for and change often brings the more beautiful things in life back into perspective. Change can also make people feel fresh and released from all that ties them down and feeling new like a caterpillar that has been trapped inside of a tightly woven cocoon, waiting for the moment to release itself into a beautiful butterfly.

Trying something new can help one to grow as a person, to explore and expand their horizons, as if standing on a tropic beach filled with nothing but luscious white sand and calm, clear ocean water as far as the eye can see. Change can be a very uplifting and something that shouldn’t be ignored due to fear of the changes consequences. Though that does not mean humans should immediately change everything in order to feel happy but rather, if there is something that takes away from the happiness one feels then it should not be ignored in hope it will suddenly stop. Nothing suddenly changes on its own overnight just because you hope it will; it is you who must make it stop (or start) by asserting yourself and getting what you want.

Many don’t bother to achieve such things because they’re afraid and fear is something healthy but limiting and a feeling, which shouldn’t control ones life. Life is lived by trial and error and most experiences learned by the risks taken and changes made to ones lifestyle or habit. The most that could ever happen to someone from changing or taking a risk is knowledge and in today’s world, knowledge is a valuable thing and often something that comes with a price tag. Knowledge is always worth all the hardships and obstacles you’ve defeated and often landing you in a better state than you were before.

Situations that fail to bring happiness or any good and positive effects should be changed. Humanity cannot constantly live in fear of what might happen if these situations were abandoned and removed from ones life. We can never learn to grow, to gain knowledge and to succeed and live a more full, happier life if we aren’t willing to step away from what we don’t need and what unnecessarily puts stress and sadness upon us. Change can be good, when used wisely and I only hope that people learn to harness the power change possesses for the better.

Keepings things inside can often lead to a lot of turmoil and give you the feeling that you are forever doomed to a dark shadow looming over you, washing you with waves of its depressing presence. Yet, it is often something one cannot help regardless of whether it is something they like doing or not. Society these days focus on the materialistic and superficial side of life, caring little for those that surround them. A lot of the time, people find that they cannot be understood and this forces them to retreat to a hard shell that protects them from the judgemental eyes and mouths of the world. Inside, they wish that there was someone who knew their every word and thought but they know that such a person may never exist for them.

This very fact alone chills them into a sense of insecurity and overwhelming sadness; had they actually raised their voice, to let themselves be heard, they run the risk of being judged and abused. The world would be so caught up on deciding whether the comments made are “right” or “wrong”, they would forget the real reason the person spoke to begin with: to let themselves be heard. That old saying “you should be seen but never heard” hasn’t faded with time. Humans are just as cruel now as they were centuries ago, dare it be said, humanity has grown crueler with time, rather than compassionate and understanding.

So, once again the person retreats to their little cocoon, that lovingly wraps itself around them, comforting them to the levels that no one else would care to. They feel safe yet alone and once again that dark shadow looms over them and they relinquish from speaking and saying what they think and feel. There is no one to blame but the shallow minds of the human race and the denial from such a race is not a pretty thing. Though humans may never change over the coming years and the social standards will diminish with time to a more horrible, degrading level, some people still hope this may not happen. It may be denial but it is denial that this race of intelligence will prove to be better than displayed.

Hope is all they have and without hope that tomorrow will be better, hope that the stars will forever shine upon them like the incandescent light of a small candle and hope that time will change people, there is nothing to live for. A world such as the one around us today, there is very little to dream and live for other than meaningless materialistic possessions that only fill the void. If things were to improve, perhaps a lot of people would feel much better and greater things can be appreciated rather than the mind-numbing television or latest gaming console.

Who are they to say we cannot be dreamers of things many don’t dare to dream?

I’ve never cared to notice many people that surround me within life and normally, this doesn’t particularly bother me. I can just as easily go along with my day like a butterfly that seems so care free and flowing with the wind, not caring where it takes it as long as it’s anywhere but where it currently was. Though I am not this free, in reality; inside I am tormented by my past and present, though it is something I decide to keep to myself, despite the damage this may cause myself. As I travel through life, my carelessness about the people around me begins to diminish and I find myself caring for people and how they feel. I am intrigued by who they are, wondering just what makes them so unique and I feel an attraction to these people, not physically mind you, but an attraction to say the least.

They are someone I must know more about, not for a particular reason but because it will give me a sense of feeling, as though these people aren’t so bad after all. There are a few people I have met only recently that have intrigued and interested me in odd ways and yet, I cannot imagine these ways being any other than how they are. I’ve only now really cared to understand and learn why people are as unique as they are. I’ve made a few realizations that I’m rather compatible with people I would have thought otherwise about whilst I was in my state of ignorance.

One person, who has captured my attention has become my closest friend and whilst we are miles apart, I still find that no reason to treat them any differently than I would if they were here right beside me. I have come to care for this individual to an immense amount and I often wonder how I would feel if I had not have known them. To them, I can imagine that they would scoff at the very thought of making a difference to ones life or mood. They’re simply being modest and while most dislike people being such a way, I can’t say that I mind. I actually enjoy praising such persons and wish for the opportunity to let them know I care to always remain open, whether they care to know or not.

Feelings are something that should never have to be wondered or doubted and there is no way I would let this soul ever have wonder how I feel or doubt my feelings. I am often amazed at the skill they possess and they never cease to leave me in a state of content admiration. I often feel saddened when I hear news that they are feeling a little down or have so much to do that they have no time for themselves; the worst thing I dislike hearing is when no one understands them or even tries to. I can’t help but desire to give them everything they deserve and more, as they have been there for me whenever I have needed something, however great or small.

I hold this person very close to my heart and they know who they are, if they’re reading this from direction by me. I don’t feel a need to reduce them to their names as a description of who they are because simply, a name is so un-unique and there aren’t enough good and beautiful words in the English language that can do them any justice. I am often left for words when it comes to expressing how I feel towards them and how great they are as a person, as a friend and anything else they become at times. There is no real reason for writing this entry other than to reassure them that I care for them, enjoy them being around and that I will be there for them whenever they needed me for anything at all.

I suppose this is an outlet to say what I want to say about them but am too shy to admit to them directly and it does feel cowardly but at the same time, it feels comforting to let them know just how much they mean to me. On the same token, I hope that this is all something they can understand and that my words hold no impact on the relationship between us. I’ve learned that losing or damaging something you love is a hefty risk but I have also learned that you get nothing out of life if you aren’t willing to risk something.

You have to stand out from the crowd, like a beautiful rose in a garden of drowning green foliage, finding a way to be yourself without blending in with the scenery, becoming un-noticed. You can’t just hide for your entire life, never letting anyone in to see the real you; a flower cannot be appreciated if it is unwilling to open and let people soak in its warmth and beauty, the insides that make it all worthwhile. That’s just my thoughts, though.