Dear Eric,


A great deal of time I’ve spent thinking about the multitude of experiences that ultimately shape our lives, independently and collectively. In recognizing that any ideas I’m writing here stem from a subjective perception of space and time, this is not meant to imply that any and all perspectives would be or should shared by others. Rather we are our own, swirling, ever-changing, dynamic worlds. All of these idiosyncratic contributions to reality are both deeply and intrinsically linked; while likewise respectively exclusive from one another. 7 billion worlds, existing amongst, as well as through, one another.

Here we all are, living in our shared, objective, experiences. This inevitably coincides with our personal, subjective perception of this existence. This is to reference the elements that comprise who we are internally, to depths which no one but the person themselves has the potential to understand. The part that exists deep within. Ineffable.

This is to reference the exponentially growing aspects of ourselves caught in the fluidity of continued movement, of constant change. As we are forced to live in moments that immediately become the past that we have the inability to change, we likewise possess the inherent ability to mold and interact with the present moment. This capability is where an extensive amount of control over our reality resides. From this ability, we infinitely manifest change with every fleeting moment we experience; whilst residing among our innate proficiency to transform unexpected, painful experiences into beauty. We achieve this by exploring through dark times modestly and with an introspective outlook. This is to come to find that carrying a self-reflective nature through painful times perpetuates the sense that, “I know that I know nothing,” which is the first step toward shedding ignorance. The more that we learn of ourselves and the world, the more we come to realize how much there is to know and thusly how much we don’t. It’s the ignorant that are certain they know it all, as they lack the understanding of how complex this reality truly is. The moments that force us into discomfort, disdain or disappointment provide us with an opportunity to critically examine our role in the situation. This acknowledgement leads the way to deeper threads of intellectual knowledge and potential for greater psychological understanding.

We live our lives with an attempt to co-exist, to exist “correctly”, to exist at all. All of this existing, spanning the spectrum of the infinite, multi-faceted ways possible to perceive the world that we who are presently alive are capable of; just as those who have ever lived were, and those who will live could be. Existence is fleeting, fluid change, with ups and downs, lefts and rights, peaks and valleys.

Through the peaks and valleys of this reality one must strive to remain conscious in the present moment. Respecting and appreciating the peaks- those that come as fleeting moments of happiness- is equally valuable to acknowledging as well as critically examining the valleys. I’ve found it to be the case that it is movement through the darkest moments and/or periods that I’ve met the most self-growth.
I’ve observed this to be the case in regard to the greatest hardship-the most difficult changes I’ve faced- to ultimately facilitate the opportunity to evolve as a person and find wisdom at greater heights. The only constant is change, each moment of the present giving us the choice of how we build our past into what we will remember, and the future into how we decide we would to experience existence  next.

Love,

Ang

Published by Angela Mary Pope

Angela Mary Pope has penned two publications, “I Had A Lovely Time”, along with the recently published “Secrets Held Too Tight To Keep”- I would experience enormous joy to find one copy to arrive at some respectively congruent corner of the world. Throughout the selected works lie recurring themes of impermanence and loss; change as an inevitable constant; musings pondering the fallibility of truth and language; the questionable nature of existence in its persistent ineffability; matters of the heart in love and rejection, romantic and otherwise. The poetry and prose collected for two books mutually catalog the subjective analysis of reality from the mindset wherein lies an endless thirst for knowledge, whilst capturing the voice of a relentlessly transparent heart.

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