
The Conscientiousness Conundrum
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The Conscientiousness Conundrum
Can I be okay with the world being anything but
constant? And the fact that, all that I believe in
and stand for, can amount to zero in lesser timethan
it takes a tree to flail in the soft caressing blow?
Can I accept that every reason I live for can fade,
Justas easily as words on sand, smoothened out bythe
tranquil blue sea? But here I stand, strong and still,
filled with hope. Hope not of the world changinginto
a wish-granting factory straight from a fairy tale
But of me being steady enough to face it_ and feel.
Of being vulnerable enough to feel
But strong enough to not be driven by it entirely.
And hope of the pink sky telling me that change
can be beautiful, and the soft, rustling breeze
convincing me to keep moving on, slowly, albeit
gracefully, no matter what. And the storms teaching
me that sometimes the only way past, is through.
And the yellowing autumn leaves being only an
indicator of an end and a catalyst of new beginnings.
With the weight of my current thoughts hanging
over my heart, I dream… of a world
not astoundingly perfect, but one where love is seen.
Where people can laugh and cry, outside of
their souls, un-enslaved by pride or despair,
And yet have the spirit that remains unconquered.
I see a world just as it is, with all its flaws,
chaos and beauty, all brewing in a pot to
give birth to life as we know it.
Enchanted by the magic
of my newfound truth, I stand, strong and still,
but filled with hope; watching,hiding in the trees,
the sun (that’s sure to come out tomorrow)
making a pattern that would put Michelangelo
to shame. Watching the birds fly in intriguinglypretty
patterns, watching the sky in an admiration I can
barely describe. With a heart filled with love for
the Cosmos itself, all I can do is be grateful to
the Universe, each moment, every day__ and yet
somehow I know, my gratitude to Creation
would never seem enough…
Written By:
Shreya Singh, Class 11B