Scouring up old poems and found one I really liked
You, who love your life,
And the Spirit of Man,
You, whose trust was defiled
By the irrational and the damned,
Dont give up,
Break the chains,
Refuse their offered fate of pain.
You with the eyes
Glimmering with pride,
You, who take it all in confident stride
Never let darkness
Take full reign of light;
The world is full of evils,
Yes, present and past;
Dont give in to them,
They never last.
You with the lips curled into a smile
Derisively so,
You who are aware
Of more than what anyone knows,
Please, dont waver in your resolve to fight
For Freedom
For Truth
For Justice
And for whatever is right.
You are not alone,
There are more of us than you think,
And bodily though we are not together,
Our Hearts and Minds,
Our Ideals
Are all in a chain, strongly linked.
Title: The Egoist.
Inspired by Ayn Rand's heroine in her book Atlas Shrugged, Dagny Taggart.
I wrote this when I was in third year high school and still very obsessed with Ayn Rand's philosophy [objectivism]. I still do like her up to now, but I have stopped believing that her views in life are the only ways to actually see life. For example, when I turned a non-believer in the church it was because of the Da Vinci Code and Atlas Shrugged. The Philippines is a very very very religious place. Mostly everyone is conservative: you say your sexual orientation's gay and you get weird looks and admonitions from people, ranging from "you'll get over it, it's just a phase" to "God will not accept you unless you repent and change yourself to become good." You question how God can accept the injustices swirling around his creatures, and your aunt and uncle tell you to shut up, that it's a sin to question God, you retort with "Blind faith is dead faith" and they tell you to stop being such a smart-ass.
DVC got me questioning, and Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged got me outright demanding for answers. No one gave me any decent answer, so voila. I turned my back on religion. That was five years ago; Right now I concede the necessity of religion to help a lot of people have hope and inspiration, but with those other types of people [the hypocrites at home who attend prayer meetings at 4 in the afternoon and go home at 10 in the night cuz of gossiping, those people who use God as one of the greatest punishments to ever happen to anyone of us who dare defy them. >.>]... I don't like. I never seem to have enough time to debate the existence of God with those people. I like making them fuming angry.
But right now, God exists. Just as an indifferent powerful person who left his creations to rot.
Which is why I still really like this poem. The world as I see it today hasn't changed much from how I saw it when I still regarded Ayn Rand's words as sacrosanct law. It's nice to think that somewhere in this godforsaken world, there's someone out there who not only cares for what you think and what you believe in, but also shares the same ideals and values with you, too. Someday you hope to meet with that person/s.
But until then, if you're still searching like I am, it wouldn't hurt to write something like this, a poem, a salute. :) Maybe they'll be able to read it.
[I think this sounds confused, but I'm too sleepy to edit this. Ugh I'll do this tomorrow. >.>]
4 Comments:
I like it, too. Probably not for the same reasons.
I've been a non-believer for most of my life. Sometimes, you just know when you've got it right. Nothing is forever.
By veronikkamarrz, Jun 27 09 11:01 PM
Half of my life [like, the younger part of my life] I never doubted the existence of God. My grandparents were devout. For bedtime stories my grandfather would tell me bible stories and I liked them so much I always asked him to repeat them over and over. My grandma made it mandatory for everyone to gather around the altar to pray the rosary. I think that's when I started learning to read. >.>;; Hail Marys and the Our Father in my language. "Maghimaya ka Maria puno ka sa grasya, ang Ginoong Dios ana-a kanimo..." "Amahan Namo nga ana-a sa mga langit..," I learned to lead the rosary when I was just six.
Somewhere along the way I just noticed that the world isn't as perfect as it seems, I guess, and I wondered why, if God was so almighty and things.
By cool klutz, Jun 28 09 1:30 PM
I know you are young, so I will not say any more about MY "beliefs." Maybe you could find someone neutral to talk to. Not parents, or other family, but someone who could better advise you.
I think you are torn in several directions about what you want, and believe. That is very normal. I wish you the best. :)
By veronikkamarrz, Jun 28 09 9:42 PM
Thank you. Yes, actually my English teacher and I are always discussing about our religious beliefs. There are times when she makes me feel as if my point of view of things are from a very small and selfish angle, and makes me feel like I'm petty and childish... But right after we talk I go back to believing what I have always believed, not what she tries to make me see. Although I do seem to see. =/ It's really confusing.
By cool klutz, Jun 29 09 10:42 PM