Jul 6, 2003
Phoenix Song
My father told me about how he once pinned up a statement that he didn't want to forget, and it read: If you scratch the surface of a cynic, you will find a frustrated idealist. Something to that effect, anyway. We were having a chat, and it came time to choose up camps. Am I an optimist or a pessimist? I think I concern myself more with which label I wish to be applied to me. How I am perceived is paramount. I am almost ashamed to admit that. Because of how it might cause me to be perceived.
What magic is required to interject hope and something sustainable? What keeps one from giving up? What catalyzes the shift from the bleak to the blazing? Why is it that fire ruins everything when all I ever seem to be is burning?
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