In 1930, Burmese former monk Saya San championed a rebellion and revolution. Historians labeled his movement a form of 'millennialism', characterized by a yearning for a sort of 'golden past'. I guess that makes perfect sense, how someone'd pursue and even fight for the past. It's golden. Like minerals and ores, people and realities both tend to dull over time. The present then becomes a form of disillusionment. Hindsight always has its way of painting bright, beautiful shades over the past. Time is merely the medium through which people disappoint. Time will tell, indeed, in the literal and expressionistic sense. Perhaps this is why some people choose to live in and hold on so tightly to the past. It's...empowering, consoling and even...clarifying, unfortunately. We all know how clarification can either make or break. Even more unfortunately, sometimes it's inevitably procedural - it breaks before it makes. Now blink that teardrop away and unveil your vision.
Perhaps this is why anger is deemed one of the most powerful human emotions because of its ability to incite one to do and say things which, and can, translate to violent clarification for the other person. It shatters this great glass ball of ideals, and these smithereens of disillusionment bleed you blue. This is the birthing process of reality - this painful son of a gun; a mephisto manifesto. And you wonder why it actually bloody hurts. In that scathing moment of brutal revelation, blinds are drawn. Well, the love that you were once blinded by now probably strikes you unfamiliar and strange, complete contrary to what you have been led to believe this whole time. Who are you? What are you...saying? Don't blink, because in that one-third of a second, they're going to break so much at once; you're going to break (so much at once). Contradictions...clarifications.
(It's funny how most binaries exist to prove the existence of another.)
Now blink that teardrop away and unveil your vision.
