After longing to keep what I believed was mine alone, a bolder question began to form in my mind: what if I don't have a familial tie to writing? How deep must I dig before realizing my roots aren't as ancestral as I thought?
It's a lonely feeling to understand that my connection to writing is a chosen one, not passed down through generations of love and history. This realization initially struck me as I delved into the idealistic world of spiritual literature.
I believe that my emotions are just as valid as yours at this moment. You are excelling, and I want to be the first to acknowledge that. As I grow older, classical music has become a comforting presence for me. Do you also find solace in silence? You merely adopted solitude. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but loneliness!
Original lines in The Dark Knight Rises movie on Quotes Bane, “Ah you think darkness is your ally? You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!”
Come along with me as I delve into my next creative endeavors, with some of my poetry featured in my most recent book, Sorrowful Wharf.
Next in Line
Pause for a moment
listen as the river softly flows
Are the dashed lines fading from sight?
I only hear my thoughts echoing the music
Is everything standing still in time?
Does my mind recognize the peace of silence?
I look out the window
empty streets stretching before me
I have wondered
Is this my doing?
Blind to hope, consumed by my own presence
hidden from human sight, despised
by the youth of humanity
have I searched, through this pain
through this endless sorrow
through this torment of body and
deprivation of soul
I begged for light in my darkness
which was denied to me in the midst of wealth
when indulging in selfish satisfaction
caring only for my own desires
which were kept from me
"my connection to writing is a chosen one, not passed down through generations of love and history"
Oh! this resonated with full vibration -- L.Z.
After retiring from a career immersed in community (parish pastor), after the death of my wife of 45 years after a couple of years of full time care, I began living alone for the first time in my life (at 67). I realized quickly that there is a huge chasm between being alone and experiencing solitude. For a time I ceased longing for solitude, something I had cherished whenever it was available to me during my career and marriage. I have come to be okay with spending time alone without feeling lonely, but I have also discovered that for me the Solitude I cherish needs some level of intentionality - a place, a set of circumstances, a specific time set aside for it. Oddly, as I am writing this I am realizing that some of the moments of Solitude have not always been times of silence. When seated between strangers at a Symphony, maybe Mahler, and captured completely by the music, I have found solitude, sweet and healing moments that nurture my Spirit. It has come in natural settings filled with the sounds of wildlife. I travel by myself with only a backpack mostly outside of the USA. While enjoying the community of hostels, Airbnbs, and Digital Nomad co-living spaces, I savor times by myself immersed in views, whether in towns or spacious landscapes, so beautiful that they quiet the cacophony of voices streaming in my head.