Self Expression
A deep-dive in my little world; perspectives, societal expectations, and God's gift of awareness.
With my eyes lost, absorbed by the deep seas of ponder, the subtle vibrations from my table travel up my skin, tingling through my laptop keyboard as I write. The echoes of the ambient music play through my ears, long melodic chords of the piano, Brass, and string instruments making the room I sit in seem bigger than it is. The pulsation reached the tips of my fingers like a domino effect—all from my little, palm sized EWA speaker, passed down from who knows when.
The orange tint of the evening sun shines through my milky white sheer curtains—blinding, yet hard to resist looking at. Warm and delicate, a gentle caress on the skin; it’s easy to see the beauty in that, anyone can. But, what about the unseen? The elements that create the most profound impact, possessing the capacity to amplify all forms of beauty. Noise; the speaker
A hidden gem that enhances the allure of its surroundings—This scene wouldn’t be as soft without the music. You’d think a little speaker wouldn’t do much, but here it is, loud and proud, despite it’s modest appearance or how people expected it to perform. The little speaker proved its worth. A tiny dynamo defying all odds. It needed to show itself capable of such abilities, didn’t it?
I am a tiny speaker in a room filled with subtle splendor.
My eyes see deeper than what is shown,
My mind, authentic and real, speaks perspectives beyond expression; God’s gift to me.
I am a dancer seamlessly changing steps to match the rhythm, a crystal, pure, refracting light into a spectrum of colors, yet — only a sound that varies in perception from ear to ear.
Awareness is a companion I hold dear. A gift from God. It has journeyed with me, sharing its advice and allowing me to see needs and emotions in others clearly. It has shown me what led to these moments and how to communicate without needing to argue or combust in the process. It has been there through my trauma; each cat fight my mind has about one perspective to the next, every emotion from suffering and isolation, to enthusiasm and celebration. Through all the thick and thin—alongside its friends, Wisdom and Empathy.
Yet, despite its presence, I'm uncertain if it's a true friend—a friend I can trust, a good friend.
A sense of knowing. A light that shines, but how many directions can that light travel when it hits an object? It's like a kaleidoscope, scattering into a myriad of patterns, each representing a different perspective. It’s easy for me to overstimulate myself by stepping into others' shoes, caring deeply for their perspectives, and neglecting my own sense of what is 'right.' I often feel like a sponge, absorbing the colors around me, uncertain about what is right unless those around me affirm it. It's challenging to discern, knowing that the differing 'rights' of others add to my confusion and caution as well. Is it a gift or a daunting presence?
Awareness, the scent of blooming jasmine, intoxicating yet overwhelming. It’s the touch of a warm sunbeam, comforting yet intense. It’s the taste of tangy citrus, sharp and invigorating. It’s the sound of a distant thunderstorm, powerful yet mesmerizing. Awareness engages all my senses, making me acutely aware of the world around me, yet sometimes leaving me lost in the myriad of sensations and emotions.
“But, that’s the exciting part of life, isn’t it? I’m just a person. Having the needs and feelings I do isn’t a bad thing,” giving myself the self assurances needed every time I doubt the fact that I have the power over my mind and emotions. I am grateful for how I think, what I am, and who I am.
Awareness is a gift; the challenge lies in how to apply that knowledge in your future actions, and challenges are apart of life. The actions, like a tiny speaker, capable of profound impacts in a room.
There is no conclusion to this, but it is merely a sound that varies in perception from ear to ear.