There are things that we need to maintain. Things that cannot be preserved well unless we find a way to seek our deepest efforts into it. And things that will not exist without the slightest drop of remorse or regrets. We as human and as a well-known complex, moreover, individuals forged into differences of character, cherish these things. And while tender caresses of our hearts lay these “things” that we cherish into the depth and warmth of our soul’s bed, we always find ways to self-destruct or simply destruct what is found to be an obstacle so that these “things” don’t go away. As I might get on a little more by my words here, confusion shall not be ignored nor forgotten. I, myself, have never really understood but of course explanations that I am offering is an accommodation to what passes everyday through my brain’s traffic.
Metaphor: One’s way of putting a meaning to another word by definition/tight resemblance and to deviate from the truth that the real meaning of the word explains. For every reasons we hide from the truth that has never been given an attempt to rise, we give in and sometimes courage doesn’t occur at occasions like this. Of course we back off and run onto metaphors because the last thing we would want is to reveal or be revealed. Metaphors are not necessarily things that are associated with whatever is related to literature or writings but it is commonly (also) applied in real life. How? Watch what humans are up to, and realization is nearly at the tip of your tongue.
So what is it that we watch over so much and that we cherish so much? What is the “things”? And to what was I referring to?
Well, I am pretty sure that each of us has the right mind and the capability of answering ourselves. Therefore proper or detailed answer from me is probably not needed nor necessary since this is obviously something subjectively accorded. My reference for instance was first about relations within each of us. Relations that are judged or seen by the way affections or vastly emotions are given to both of the individuals in the case, and by how they see each other as. Perseverance and determination, as we speak, are key to whichever path we choose. Mistakes are led by street lights of the road towards and destined to success, victory and glory. Happiness is to be dug so profoundly through the shapeless dirty ground and through the depth of our courage, courage to know how far we will dig this uncomfortable ground until our body and mind says “we cannot do this anymore” and reappear shamefacedly onto the surface and become nothing again. Failure is one’s way of succeeding in a bed of anything but good things. And life is the tree commencing from a seed, growing old and time after time releases the eternal and common routine his leaves will experience several times a year to warn the rest of his environment of the changes the surrounding will have.
