Emotions....

Out of the mouth of babes...I had a few years back encouraged my daughter to read various writers work including poets. As we informally discussed what she was reading and her interpretation, she said " their work is just words on paper and yours flows with emotion" She was nine years old at the time. I said do not ever say you like something because I wrote it. "She said I am only saying what is the truth."
Interpretation, I realized how widely interpreted the words could be, depending on a persons culture, societal positioning and of course experience or lack of it. Traveling through out the North East, I found that really very little divided us as emotional beings, other then our own personal response to the trials of life.
The experiences that feed on emotion are not about the consumption of life, but more like the processing of it. Each day we wake with the ability to reinvent the moment.We in turn become proactive in our positioning in life rather then a parasite that just leeches on, always taking without giving in return.
Denial an unconscious survival mechanism? It is possible that we deny our emotions, because we are taught that it weakens us. I was told by a friend years back, " it is perfectly alright to accept our inner emotions, but not to allow them control over us."
A sensitivity to joy and sadness, love and hate, gives a certain view of life that is overlooked by many. Life is simplicity and only complicated by man.
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I fell in love with a lie, felt my heart live and die, soar above the stars, just to dance in your arms.

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