The words spoken with the greatest tenor are all too often the most false. Honesty manifests itself through hushed tones. Secrets mumbled just audibly enough to convey exclusion; they betray your true collusion. Inherently vapid and hollow words spoken clearly in the daylight are betrayed by a shifting glance, a quickened pulse.
Like a child of Janus, duplicity is written across your countenance. Thoughts themselves too fearful to stand in the light cloak themselves in whispers from a forked tongue, transforming a visage once beautiful to obscene. I speak these truths to myself, in hushed tones.
Perhaps what to this point has led,
Weight ever present on my head,
Crushing any hope of joy,
All fond emotions to destroy,
The oft too loud, no, deaf’ning jeer,
Of my omnipresent fear.
In spite of this unwelcome guest,
I am quite sure with ample rest,
I’ll bring back to my fore of mind,
The many things which make me kind,
Things I may have since forgot,
With which to cleanse this fearful rot.
“It is better by noble boldness to run the risk of being subject to half the evils we anticipate than to remain in cowardly listlessness for fear of what might happen.”
Herodotus wrote that, as did many others in an immeasurable number of ways. “Carpe diem,”gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” Different men of varied tongues whose screams echo across all generations. All of them beckoning us to do the impossible; to stretch our imaginations beyond what we deem, or what others have deemed for us, to be possible.
“Old Time is still a-flying.” While each of life’s most precious moments drift by, lingering only as long as the temperate warmth of a summer’s day, we must seize them. We must clutch to them as tightly as we would to those who make our hearts swell and souls sing, for we recognize such love too as fleeting.
While we are surrounded by this omnipresent vocation, only a few Greater Fools heed its call; believing there is a deeply permeating and penetrating beauty to be found in the simplest things. Knowing this imparts the understanding that the simplest acts can effect the greatest changes.
I implore you to be a Greater Fool. My one request is that you hearken the whispered call of those who have lived and died before you. Carpe diem.
Dance as though you would soon be dying, love as fully and passionately as your heart pleads, and live each moment as though your body were as immutable and invincible as your soul. “For having lost but once your prime, you may for ever tarry.”