I want to clarify the poem, "The Journey". In part it sounds selfish and egotistical-why should one leave everyone else to in order find oneself? We are taught to extend ourselves to others, love others, move others. But this is not stressed enough-how can you truly do that unless you know yourself and love yourself?
I don't think we can save ourselves wholly within our own power and strength on our own and for our own selves-but we do each of us decide our own place in the world and that place touches others and together we become a whole entity that both gives to each other and takes. We can give more easily when we know what we have to offer when we understand ourselves and know ourselves. Also take from others all the "more" that they hold in their hands, I have learned it is just as hard to take as it is to give.
Another thought, the great loneliness that hangs over each of us will never leave, at times the hunger will be filled in others and our experiences shared but in the end we do walk out alone, we can not carry them out with us. And so who are you? Who I am?
The sociological viewpoint claims that I am only what others have taught me to be, I am not untouched by their ideas of me, I become how they view me but I want to go beyond that.
Who am I? In the darkness when the voices have been stilled and there is nothing left. I suppose there are many answers to that question, and this all seems so trite. What is the point of being anyone unless someone recognizes it and calls it out?! And so there-we do need people and yet the initial burst begins with you and you alone. You choose your place, you tell others how to treat you, it is you who runs through the memories of your day before bed and you who must wake up with the thoughts that burden you in the morning. YOU YOU YOU. The emphasis is on you. What will you do with it? But the real root of YOU lies in everyone else. You are You because of them.
If I was alone long enough would I fade into nothingness? Perhaps.
Life is a fine balance, a walk between the self and the other. It is presumptuous to believe that only you can save yourself and just as presumptuous to believe that in forgetting yourself you can save others. Let the two walk hand in hand, life is the infusion always of two things. God and human kind, man and woman, friend and foe, self and other, night and day-you and your journey. In the end it is only you and you will be asked, "What are you holding in your hands?"
So be alone, find yourself in a dark wood, move in the silence-know yourself. In knowing yourself you will save your life, and because you have saved it you will have the opportunity to give it.
