"Reserving judgement is a matter of infinite hope. "
~The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
As rays of empathy radiate from the heavens into the chaotic earth, a bud springs from the rough trodden ground and blossoms its pearly iris of hope. Nevertheless, homicidal toxins - those that strive to maintain a perfectly uniform lawn, for appearances sake, of course - asphyxiate such a flower shorty following its birth before it forms roots, before it spreads its soothing hue throughout the neighborhood. Its snowy petals crinkle and brown, topple into the unforgiving landscape, exiled from view. Deemed a weed, it shall not thrive as long as the terrain does not flourish spontaneously, as long as there is less regard to life than garish and ostentatious beauty.
Embracing compassion, appreciating disparity in all forms, and living hopefully is a beautiful thought. The poignant musing rings in my ears, reverberates in my conscious, as I grapple with the inherent truth of it and with the near impossibility of its survival in "this viscous little world" (All Time Low- "The Reckless and the Brave"). Benevolence is massacred with cruel words and lethal glares, lost amidst an apathetic society that prizes wealth above than character, beauty above integrity, a nice garden above a blossom of purity.
White Iris
The Flower of Hope
I love how your opening paragraph was an example of what you were about to explain. I also love your explanation which fit very well with your example. Per usual, your diction is fabulous *snaps* and I love how you said embracing compassion and living hopefully is a beautiful T H O U G H T. It's interesting because in the next few lines, you acknowledge how it won't ever be anything but a beautiful thought in our society.
ReplyDeleteAnd here I thought I had the most deplorable vocabulary on this sphere of mania we call home. Anyways, even though I believe this thought, this dream, this mirage and barrage of lies we tell ourselves is unattainable, I still strive for it. Hypocritically, of course. Either way, remember that quote I couldn't exactly remember at lunch? Here it is:
Delete“That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.”
I loved the imagery created throughout the entire post! Your word choice is expansive- great vocabulary you have. Seriously, your style is so sophisticated. Nice post. :)
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