Wednesday, February 13, 2013

A Beautiful Piece

This poem is a perfect description of how tough life can be when you refuse to yield because you know you can't.  Adapted from the trailer to the film and the book Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you.
You turn again, but the storm adjusts.
Over, and over, you play this out,
Like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.
This storm isn’t something that blew in from far away.
It has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you.
So all you can do is give into it; step right inside the storm.
Make no mistake about it
No matter how metaphysical or symbolic the storm might be
It will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades.
People will bleed there.
You’ll catch that blood on your hands, your own blood, and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you managed to survive.
But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, your life won’t be the same,
It will be Biutiful.

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