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the past

take a walk in the alley of yesterday

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Sunday, April 06, 2008

5:58 PM

The seashell sits, on the bed of soft sand along with his many other siblings. The sea, the wind, the sand, they were all part of their home, part of a picture they see every day. Every day, the sea would cry out its majestic song, its waves conducting the orchestra by shifting and engulfing the sand in a four-part rhythm. "Swoosh... (two three four) Swoosh... (two three four)" it patted, a rhythm repeated over and over again, for a song sung by the sea, accompanied by the wind. It was often a lovely sound that resonated, and the shells sung along with it. They made sure this song was entrapped, kept within their hollow bodies, so that they themselves may be able to sing that song forever.

A trance, that has bewitched them. A song, that has kept them singing for the past lifetime.

And they were glad to be just, on the sand, bathing in the sun and sea, resonating that one song. They were even more overjoyed when people took them home, and they would play that song in his ear over and over again. The seashells were a little remnant from the sea, a little something that, when you put your ear near its hollow opening, you hear the sea.

You hear the seashell singing a song that was originally sung by the sea.

The sea, the sea, it is majestic, it is magnificent. It is a limitless body that lets you gaze at its greatness; it composes awe-inspiring songs that fall ever so awesome, so breathtaking, on the ear. We stand in awe at its boundlessness and we say "How beautiful, how amazing, how WONDERFULLY created!"

Maybe, and maybe that is the reason, why seashells want to sound like the sea. At least, they yearn to contain a fraction of that wonder.

And maybe that is why they are not any shells, but seashells.

Now that seashell, that one right at the very beginning, was just like everyone else. He kept the song of the sea tight within his little body and he sang with them as well. But he was starting to ponder on why seashells were seashells and why they had to sound like the sea. People say that is what makes a seashell precious, because they are then able to bring a part of the sea home. He looked around him, the sand, the wind, the creatures... the sea. He realized he was part of a picture, a picture that people had admired for years.

A picture, was it only two dimensional? A seashell, was it meant to be only a shallow being?

He struggled to keep out the songs of the sea, but it was too hypnotizing, it was too strong for him to resist. For this was what seashells have been doing since the start of the world, and they never stopped. He did not want to sing like the sea, he wanted to compose his own songs. He battled with his soul, yet seashells did not have souls. He wanted to be his own shell, not a symbol of anything, but a shell unique to its own. He struggled hard, and then he sat back in the sand, singing the song of the sea once more.

Seashells, they are hollow inside. They are non-living creatures that are meant to be homes for other living creatures. They are discarded, and then used again. They fall into the sand, and are picked up again by people. There are many to be discovered, pretty in their coloured coats, exquisite in their slender twist of the body. They are kept as a collection, accepted by creatures around them, praised for their beauty.

But they still remain a seashell, an empty, hollow shell that sings the song of the sea, over and over and over again.

herbasics

shiyun
14 going on 15
30.09.93
NYGH

DOES:
theatre
english literature
JAPANESE

ADORES:
foreign languages
creative writing
cheesecake!
online dramas
roller coasters
singing for the love of it
music

PEEVES:
disorganized notes
long-winded people
noise early in the morning
alot of homework ALL AT ONCE
too much pressure

WANTS TO CHANGE:
procrastination
being late all the time

wishes

striving for these
- to LOVE my life
- step back, relax and break rules from time to time (IF POSSIBLE)
- keep very close to GOD
- master the Japanese language, then learn at least 1 or 2 more
- to master my piano skills, at least match up to a reasonable standard?
- attend vocal courses (:
- learn the drums
- to be more hospitable
- exercise more!