All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The Crownless again shall be king.
When good old Frodo Baggins recieved this message from Gandalf, perhaps his state of mind was similar to mine when i got it from a good friend of mine. Speaking with sincerity though, I hardly ever thought that I could find the sort of meaning in lines such as those above as I am right now. When i first read them I never really understood the reason why someone would send me something like that. And until last week i kept pondering over it till something happened and jolted me back into reality where thinking and acting with patience is the best way to realize the gravity of a situation. And a situation it was when i really thought over it. While i was mulling over the darkest corners of my mind searching for solutions or ideas that could provied me with the euphoria i have been waiting for, for a very long time. Then the poem came back to me. And i finally found satisfaction in the equations of the silverline. An extremely elusive and provocative concept it is when u strive to find the merits of a disaster.
Its not necessary to take in things the way they seem. Because what seems good may not be so. its the ever attractive appearance that lures unsuspecting minds to dwell. Therefore its best to understand the full consequence of ones actions before leaping blindly into a fold of happiness which towards the end becomes a powerful blackhole sucking its victim to oblivion.
But i have strength. And i have the strength of belief of some. I have the residing thoughts of others. Maybe my broken blade will be renewed. Maybe I'll have the crown i have longed for so long resting upon my head. Maybe i will emerge victorious. Maybe I'll have my vengeful healing of broken pride. But the day is yet to come. And so i wait. With all patience that i have. With all strength i can muster.
I still strive.
I still receive.
I still stand.
I still believe.
Wont Back Down..not that easily...
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The Crownless again shall be king.
When good old Frodo Baggins recieved this message from Gandalf, perhaps his state of mind was similar to mine when i got it from a good friend of mine. Speaking with sincerity though, I hardly ever thought that I could find the sort of meaning in lines such as those above as I am right now. When i first read them I never really understood the reason why someone would send me something like that. And until last week i kept pondering over it till something happened and jolted me back into reality where thinking and acting with patience is the best way to realize the gravity of a situation. And a situation it was when i really thought over it. While i was mulling over the darkest corners of my mind searching for solutions or ideas that could provied me with the euphoria i have been waiting for, for a very long time. Then the poem came back to me. And i finally found satisfaction in the equations of the silverline. An extremely elusive and provocative concept it is when u strive to find the merits of a disaster.
Its not necessary to take in things the way they seem. Because what seems good may not be so. its the ever attractive appearance that lures unsuspecting minds to dwell. Therefore its best to understand the full consequence of ones actions before leaping blindly into a fold of happiness which towards the end becomes a powerful blackhole sucking its victim to oblivion.
But i have strength. And i have the strength of belief of some. I have the residing thoughts of others. Maybe my broken blade will be renewed. Maybe I'll have the crown i have longed for so long resting upon my head. Maybe i will emerge victorious. Maybe I'll have my vengeful healing of broken pride. But the day is yet to come. And so i wait. With all patience that i have. With all strength i can muster.
I still strive.
I still receive.
I still stand.
I still believe.
Wont Back Down..not that easily...
