Behind Her Eyes
Unveiling Life's Paradox: A Journey Through Existential Reflections
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I breathe but I do not live.
I exist physically, but I lack a sense of true living.
Because I sit and watch days go by,
I passively watch time pass without actively engaging with life.
Finding it hard to say hello so I focus on goodbyes.
Difficulty in initiating conversations, preferring farewells.
Trying my hardest to save the world but I’m the bad guy.
Struggling with the paradox of wanting to save the world but being perceived as the antagonist.
I'm the one who lives by rules that they don’t stand by.
Living by rules that others don't adhere to, feeling isolated.
You’ve spent your whole life, trying to breathe. Every breath, closer to death.
Reflection on the brevity of life and the irony of focusing on survival without truly living.
And I understand you were trying. But you focused so much on the fact that you weren’t living, that you didn’t realise that you were dying.
Acknowledging efforts to live but realizing the neglect of imminent death.
You are the voice at the back of your head, no matter how hard you try and escape her.
An internal struggle with one's inner voice, unable to escape its influence.
See I can’t even put pen to paper.
Expression of creative block, unable to write or articulate thoughts.
Struggling to put things, right in my mind.
Difficulty organizing thoughts, leading to delayed problem resolution.
So it joins the list of things that I deal with later.
Delaying dealing with challenges, focusing on appreciating nature instead.
In the meantime I learn to acknowledge nature. Even the trees gather to watch the setting of the sun.
A philosophical observation about nature, drawing parallels with human experience.
Adding to list of moments that I recall are second to none.
Valuing specific memorable moments in life.
When I was younger I used to be afraid of insects, you know, bees and flies.
Reflecting on childhood fears and how perspectives change over time.
And who would have thought, years later that I would’ve hated living.
An unexpected dislike for life, contrasting with past fears.
That my fear would be real life.
Realizing that the fear has shifted from insects to the challenges of real life.
That I would adore the art of communication but hate the interaction.
Appreciating communication but struggling with interpersonal interactions.
That merely observing humans in their nature would give me enough satisfaction.
Finding satisfaction in observing human behavior without direct engagement.
And it’s fascinating, seeing everyone walking on a different path. We’re clearly lost somewhere in a pandemic, but we didn’t just start wearing masks.
Noting the diversity of paths people take, emphasizing pre-existing challenges beyond the pandemic.
She wears a mask to try and hide her laugh, the other wears it out of fear.
People wearing masks for different reasons, hiding emotions.
The other girl she wears a mask to try and hide her tears.
Describing individuals using masks to conceal laughter and tears.
But it’s in the eyes.
Emphasizing the importance of eyes in revealing true emotions.
Like Tony said to Chico. The eyes, they never lie. These eyes were eyes who needed advice, the type of eyes, that could make guys wise.
Referencing advice about the honesty of eyes and their impact.
I look into her eyes and they speak to me, her eyes tell me a story of heartbreak, a story of misery.
Observing a person's eyes telling a story of heartbreak and misery.
The eyes really are the windows to the soul.
Highlighting the eyes as a window to the soul, revealing inner emotions.
So I look at my eyes.
Reflecting on one's own eyes and the avoidance of uncomfortable truths.
Couldn’t stand the truth, so in happiness is where I’d lie.
Choosing happiness over uncomfortable truths, possibly through self-deception.
These dry eyes, these I wanna die eyes.
Describing one's eyes as expressing a desire for death.
These shy eyes, these I’m content with how many times I fail because at I least I try eyes.
Characterizing eyes as shy but content despite repeated failures.
So maybe I’m not happy, but at least I'm content and when I spend that time by myself I see that it’s time well spent.
Accepting discontent but finding value in solitary moments.
Cause I will learn to breathe and live in the moment.
Expressing a commitment to learn to live in the present moment.
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