Rainbow will only appear after it had rained, so perhaps success might as well follow the same rule.
Without some sort of hardship, there will not be progression at all.
Sometimes we just have to keep on journeying the path the we had chosen, no matter what. Perhaps what we are heading towards is not a mere mirage in the desert, but an actual oasis with fresh water to quench our thirst and a few palm trees to date trees to provide much needed shade.
We will never know the outcome if we give up prematurely.
Design thinking. Life is something millions of people had gone through, certain lessons and rule of thumb will be relevant.
Despite the poem is really short, yet it is an oddly healing read.
We all love sunlight, it really does lift our mood.
I really love rain, though perhaps I had never experienced the year long drizzle and over grown moss as well as washed clothing takes a long time to dry up.
But I still love rain.
BUT without sunlight, one does feel moody.
Sunlight is what keeps us alive, without it, we lack the essential vitamin D and we would develop bone deficiencies.
But cod liver oil makes us capable of living in the Scandinavian countries.
Sunshine is warmth, it is comfortable siting in its soft glow during winter of fall.
In the first stanza, the poet used various sounds to bring the reader into a scene of summer, where flora and fauna are busy with flourishing their lives.
Then we are reminded of the weather associated with summer, the temperate rain and the lovely sun lit days.
Why shouldn't we praise nature for its gifts, summer is such a lovely season, May is the best since it is not that excruciatingly hot.
I enjoy the analogy between a cat and death itself.
The two stanzas really offers a clear mental picture.
First we might see death as a black cat, perching on top of the great pillars. Then as the memorial services and burials had concluded, the cat could leap down to claim what is rightfully his.
Yeah, when you are expat working in a new country, the first few months can be quite challenging as you are still adapting to the novel experiences and culture.
I suppose you might also be interested in streaming services? There are good communities out there as well.
Hopefully you would have become more comfortable in your new environment, hope you had made some new friends.
I feel totally drawn into to story, following the crew as they flew into this mysterious place.
I had been quite a fan of the Bermuda Triangle, be it conspiracy theories or not, I did read a published book about all the disappearances.
And this writing just vividly recreated some of the vague sensations that I had imagined while I was trying to imagine what would cause all those planes and vessels to disappear.
Ending the verses with similar words endings is really creative.
From the poem's lines one can certainly reads the poet's delight in muffins and they in turn took a liking to those who are involved in the business of selling muffins.
We sometimes take time for granted, when we do not achieve good marks we might say that is just how it is. But perhaps we did not try hard enough.
Life cannot always be about endless fun. Without pain there is no labour or birth.
We have to endure, but not daunted by this process, we can learn to tune our emotions when encountering hardship and think that our skills would improve after we had trudged through the impossible.
We should be grateful for our circumstances, what ever it is, we have to make it, being alive is to compete and challenge.
Life lessons were often not taught at school, we need to read, or find someone who would inspire us, to initiate us.
But we cannot always rely on others, we have to develop strong sets of skills.
To read the masters and understand their teaching and incorporate them accordingly to our lives.
Often times we would compartmentalise ourselves into a kind of mind set, thinking we are the only ones struggling in this modern world.
We have learned to show the would our glamorous, scrupulous side.
Yet, when everyone puts on a mask, all we see is an illusion.
Behind the covers, when it is dark or raining, when no one else is there to see and judge, will we offer ourselves a change to let the emotions burst their banks.
Well, I can understand your struggles, perhaps you wanted to become a writer and publish your work as a living.
Well, we should encourage others to pursue their dreams.
However, you should know the industry before making a full commitment, do not burn the bridges so soon.
You are still young, perhaps there is still time to receive education. Online courses, and night school or proper college, there are ways to perfect your craft.
But when you have no basis in something, well, I do not want to sounds like those who would dissuade you from your dream.
But, use writing as an example, you can always maintain writing as a hobby while holding a regular job or some sort of an income.
You know, Stephen King is a school teacher until he made it.
Well, I have to say when I am reading this, i found a few expressions and word collations are used in a way that makes reading this piece a bit less enjoyable.
Please try to work on some of the sentences, be more precise. They are siblings, and your dialogues did make me believe they are indeed related to each other, but they do not have speak so formally to each other.
Loosen their speech a little, use more abbreviated forms.
Negate some of the unnecessary conjunctions, they break the flow of the work.
I looked up the word "erotomania" and understood this piece of writing better.
de Clerambault's syndrome is indeed something.
Well, there are not just wealth gaps in the world there are also gaps in perception and cognition(I am not suggesting in intelligence or others), but in the understanding of the world.
Since we are limited to our own social spheres, sometimes we only have our own experiences to count on when we interact with something out of our comfort zone, and that inevitably leads to misunderstanding.
There is hardly, hardly genuine love when it involves affluence, power, and other stately matters. This might be just a misconception as well.
I cannot stay for sure that I get the message in this poem, interpreting a poem can be challenging, but here is my take.
One can definitely read anger of the poet throughly the lines. Though anger at what? A rocky relationship? Where one side is putting in much more effort.
However the love or caring is not returned.
The narrator feels that they are overwhelmed by the partner, who had been pushing and not realising their approach is having the opposite effect. Instead, they used extravagance as an excuse to make up for their mistakes.
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