Pain

There are nights in my life, where I feel nothing inside but pain. It is a black bottomless pit I keep falling into.  Most of the time I try to fight it, and distract myself from it.  Often, I fall into it, and when I do, I find myself swimming in the ocean of tears.  One tear at time, slowly rolling down my cheek; wave after wave, the pain hits against my ribcage, squeezes my heart with its steel claws, and tears my soul apart with its steel teeth.  Inside my head I am screaming soundless screams, they are loudly echoing in my head.  I close my eyes, and drown inside shooting pain, as the life is slowly sipping out of me, rolling away out of my reach, and then I am no more……

“Self-Reliance” by Emerson

A few semesters ago I took Domestic and Global Business Environment 640 class for my MBA. Some of the questions, along with subsequent answers were really good; and I thought I would include them in my blog.

One of the articles covered in the class was “Self-Reliance” by Emerson. The class had to answer “What does what Emerson means by “self-reliance”?”

A fellow student had this to say about Emerson: I believe that in the rural isolation of Emerson’s time it was possible to be a self – reliant man. A person who lived with few people around him and was responsible for providing his own livelihood with no help from neighbors or the government was truly self-reliant.

Poem

В чём отказала я тебе,
скажи?
Ты целовать просил -
я целовала.
Ты лгать просил, -
как помнишь, и во лжи
ни разу я тебе не отказала.
Всегда была такая, как хотел:
хотел – смеялась,
а хотел – молчала…
Но гибкости душевной есть предел,
и есть конец
у каждого начала.
Меня одну во всех грехах виня,
всё обсудив
и всё обдумав трезво,
желаешь ты, чтоб не было меня…
Не беспокойся -
я уже исчезла.

By Вероника Тушнова