The chase of life

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago. -Emily Dickinson

Is fullfilmeant ever really enough? People's desire and greed only lats forever with how much we experience it today. Its not bad to desire and want more but at what point do we forget to stop and look at the harm? Only when we've had enough for our own pleasure, only when we have to face the damage we've caused our loved ones,only when someone elses life and free will become a objactacle and this becomes a race.We become afraid of not having evrything we dreamt of in our hands in mere moments, yet we rush so much that we abandon people and logic behind trying to trail up to our godspeed we set without much thought for the rest ofour body.Hungry eyes being the one running and the rest of ourselves being dragged along. 

How can we not to when in this day and age evrything is fast and we all complain about how time flies away from our grasp?If you were to ask me if i feel this way, my anwser would be yes that im afraid of being left behind in my life plans because ive seen what slow pace does to people. But i must also mention how fast pace makes me anxious and feel like waiting is horrible.Its almost like the fairytale of the rabbit and the turtule. Slow and determined wins the race and the fast and assured losses. So how should someone live in this age our rabbits when all we have is turtules and rabbits yet we standarize fast over slow, why must we live our lives in speed and only look the surroundings and not enjoy the moments we will never experience again. Life shouldnt be a race it must though have a pace each individual can enjoy and keep up with. Do not let your life pass you but do not also leave your chance to see it behind.

"What do people think?"

"Life is going in a balanced rate, the problem is we sometimes tend to rush ourselves or feel unmotivated that we slow down"

"It depends, fast when you don't focus on the time and slow when you are focused on the time, for example you spent time with your friends in the mall and then time flies by and it's already when you guys are aparting away then your home alone or with family waiting to be tomorrow and it's slow"

"I feel like the more you grow up the more it seems to go fast, and I think it's not really pleasant..."

"Life Is too short, but its the way It Is and we must accept It, also, i think that if Life was longer things wouldnt hit the same"

"Life seemed to go by so slowly when I was a kid; life was simpler then, life was all sunshine and rainbows, and now that I'm an adult, life is going by super fast because of adulting, and having to quickly accomodate to this new stage of life that is so pressurized by society. But life is life, and even though I regret so many things because of my overthinking, I just have to accept that the past is the past and nothing can change it."

"I'd say it goes by too fast when I have deadlines. When not it goes at a lovely pace. I rarely think life is going by too slowly"

-Dorkxoxo 

Wolfs don't herb sheeps

The characterization of wolves has always been two coloured. Black or white, never in between. People believe wolves are amazing and that society should take after the packs wolves have. So what is that one thing we compare ourselves and wish we had like wolves have? The answer isn't just one but its a circle that connects them all. A pack of wolves will naturally be protective of their members, everyone's takes care of everyone. That results to loyalty that is unacceptable to not imagine. Loyalty is a crucial thing and issue we face today as society. Loyalty lies in certain stuff and rules for each of us, I shall let the verb "lie" do it's work for each one of you. Is it the lie of the shepherd who lied about wolves and played with the trust and loyalty of the villagers? Or perhaps its the lay of the lay down? 

As my example went, the lying shepherd tricked the village many times and resulted in the loss of his sheep. Perhaps the shepherd shouldn't herb the sheep since he lies and destroyed his loyalty. Wolves on the other hand don't lie when tending the sheep. But if wolves are such amazing and looked up upon creatures why do we also demonize them in our stories? Becoming from something loyal and protective to a savage with now control? It's all due to witchcraft and religious stereotypes that wolves are dangerous because they kill and eat animals smaller than them. If yes , it also rigns the bell for another animal, yes it's a animal, the human of today. If you swap the word wolf for human, the sentence doesn't change but suddenly the morality does. If a wolf kills to eat its dangerous and wild beast, while humans are poised and need to kill for survival. But we also kill for pleasure, we're the only creature on this planet thaf kills for pleasure and unknown reasons. So maybe we're more savages than the wolves. "Homo homini lupus" is a phrase that translates to "man is a wolf to man" , making clear that even if we're glazing wolves , we are worse and see eachother as threat as well. Loyalty and protectiveness of packs aren't passed to humans nor will be till we stop seeing eachother as animals that need to be hunted instead of respected.

-Dorkxoxo 

Poem #2

I grasp your hand and it melts through my fingers, now all I have is melted wax dripping off my nail tips. 

The wax hot like it's an angry fire on my joints, the stinging clinging to grown into a feeling is what I've become after you fled. 

Took my fire and left me melted , now I have to wait for the wax to reform my candle , fight to lit it up again. 

My light never again the same, never warm like your ever vibrant embrace, caging me like as you pulled my oxygen out of my lungs, only to leave me like melted wax.

-Dorkxoxo 

Poem

From the stars above to the oceans light below , living away from your is the worst feeling that I've known.

Your deep gaze is soft like Orpheus song, a melting candle, his lullaby that hushes me away , to your bedding lies me down. 

Till i see your eyes in my dreams , will I feel blessed enough to throw up my words stuck like Eve's and Adam's fruit. 

Though, you left me for the underworlds winters presence, i shall wait for Kore's spring to come. 

Only then I know our love is true , kissing your lips won't stop me from it.

-Dorkxoxo