I’ve always considered myself a loner, and there have been many times throughout my life I’ve wished I could just walk away, go up into the mountains and live off the land. Sometimes, I just want to get away; not from people really, but from the confusion and chaos we’ve made of this world. A world where important things like love, honor and truth have become lies; and half-truths, deceit, and hate have been embraced and accepted.But, I can’t just walk away, so I’ve learned to find solace and peace within myself—be my own mountain so to speak. By doing so, I can choose where to dwell, no matter my surroundings in this “real” world. I can wander in the valleys, or ascend to the highest peak. The key word is “choose”. I, and I alone, have the power to choose how this world will, or will not, affect me and how I will react to what goes on around me.
I find wisdom in songs—the old ones mostly—and I wrote yesterday about a new rendition of one from my youth—The Sounds of Silence—which I came across in the form of a powerful remake done by a heavy metal band called Disturbed. The song was written by, and originally recorded and performed by Simon and Garfunkel, in a moving, but much more subtle way. Today, another S&G song comes to mind, and very much fits the theme of this post and the one I wrote yesterday; I Am A Rock.
The last stanza goes like this:
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me,
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain,
And an island never cries.
Those simple words are packed with meaning—I can certainly relate to them—and I actually find myself hoping Disturbed does a rendition of this one! (I know, I know; me, heavy metal… who’d a thunk it?)
Songs often set me to pondering and wondering about my place in this world; what my purpose is and what my goals should be. Sometimes I feel I am a rock; solid and secure… unmovable. Other times I feel I am an island; far from land, alone… unusable. Or, I sometimes envision myself a mountain… tall and serene, unclimbable. But then, there are times I wonder if I might be but a grain of sand in an hourglass—perhaps the last grain, and… I’m about to fall.
By the way, if you enjoy reading, you might want to check out my story, The Last Grain of Sand. It’s actually a novel in progress that I hope to finish one of these days.