Battered Into Potential

The hard knocks in life

can give you

your most striking features.

.hartland.

 

An aphorism, I believe, should never be completely explained and/or unveiled by the author.  An aphorism is a wonderful tool to help us explore our own internal world, partly due to the aphorisms own incompleteness; allowing us to question and tease forward our own thoughts, beliefs and revelations. 

However, having said this, I have decided to share some of my thoughts and inspirations behind a few of my aphorisms; just as a way of sharing.  If you so choose, you can read on. 

I have often felt admiration for  those people who possess great depth and perception.
Or those comedians who make me laugh beyond what my body can sustain.
Musicians and visual artists! Oh, how our souls need you.
Actors who have a multitude of expressions and lives within them.
Authors who take us to unbelievable places; teaching us empathy in the most complex of ways.

These brilliant people often incite envy from the rest of us; their gifts seem so brilliant, so rare – these people seem lucky.

But here’s the catch – generally, these people have lived a life that has taken them to hell and back; not only that, these people found a way to stand upon their personal hell and announce victory.

I am certain, we would not wish for their incredible gifts if we could comprehend the price.

Contradiction #8

Other people are not a source of peace or happiness;

but something deeper –

an experience of ourselves.

Yet, without other people,

we may not experience peace or happiness.

~ Kelly Hartland

Deep feelings

If to take offence

is 10% actuality and 90% actualised fear –

who is the offender?

~ Kelly Hartland

Eluded pursuit

An eluded emotion will pursue –

a pursued emotion will elude.

~ Kelly Hartland

Clay

The hard knocks in life

can give us our strongest

and most striking features.

~ Kelly Hartland

Unexplored terrain

There are endless journeys,

discoveries and mountains to conquer –

just within yourself!

~ Kelly Hartland

Puzzled

Life is an enigma –

when pieced together

it crumbles into reality.

~ Kelly Hartland

Tapping into joy

A clear conscience

is the well-spring

of a contented mind.

~ Kelly Hartland

Mirrored Window

What if A Window Was A Mirror?

I would see me, adorned and adorning; projecting.
I would see this as a form of imprisonment – like
my addiction to identity, consumerism, or trying to appease my God; not knowing
if it’s His voice, or just mine.

Would I notice, and therefore feel frustrated, that I can never
truly understand myself – knowing there are parts of me and my life
I can never access?

I am a mystery beyond my comprehension.

If I did know this about myself, would I then know that if I can barely
comprehend my entirety – how can I judge myself?
How can I judge you?

This mental illumination would then show hypocrisy in the shadows of me, of us –
that would be okay wouldn’t it? To cast light within?
To be honest with myself, and have myself be honest with me; this would be the beginning.

What If A Mirror Was A Window?

Would I see possibilities within me?

Would I see me forgiving another, before seeking an apology?

Would I see that virtue is more than the act of giving, but is,
the act of giving in secret?

Would I see that all conflict is the direct result of control?
Would I feel prompted to ask myself, ‘who is trying to control whom in this moment of conflict?’

Would I see that conforming to the convictions of another,
is to deviate from my own?

Would I see the selfishness in not living up to my full potential?

Would I not see how focusing on my own drama’s is me procrastinating?

If I could see all of this, would I not also see how every time I feel offended
by another, it is actually me offending myself through the lips of another? My fears
unwilling to be recognised; wanting to wear a mask.

Then I see that self-evaluation will douse all fire of contempt.

I see that life is an enigma, and when I try to piece it together; it crumbles
into reality.

I notice now that I am looking into a window, a window that is dim with reflection;
and I see humility.

~ Kelly Hartland