When one looks down, they aren’t able to fathom what’s above. A person can’t yearn for something higher than themselves if their gaze is downward. In order to view something of significance one must promenade onward and advance upward. Arrogance produces a crop that lacks growth. The prideful in spirit constantly strain to mature because their eyes are aimed to all that is below. Ignorance is merely a temporary state of mind. Though some presently possess little knowledge, there is hope that wisdom will be inherited eventually...
Generations have discovered satisfaction in speaking down to those who are younger. People will direct a particular attribute towards a gargantuan group that will define them as a whole during the progression of time (selfish, slackers, oblivious, prideful, etc...).
There are those who gloat in public or private. They point out unfavorable behavior to 'warn' and 'accuse' others. In the midst of it, they are selfishly striving to place themselves in a favorable position.
Folks with less experience are usually blamed and categorized as the silliest of things. If those younger are named as ignorant, or rude, the accusers are often too prideful...or just blind- have they never exhibited similar characteristics?
The way that unpleasant thoughts are presented is invective: nasty statuses and sentences are composed- aimed towards branding a colossal crowd of one that often lacks decorum. Statements binding individuals to each other due to the conduct that's displayed by the majority.
Pinpointing fallacious comments and blemished propriety that is displayed by surrounding people is fine... Shamelessly speaking against flawed behavior or perverse speech in a respectful manner is great. Talk seldom creates an imprint, however. Influence- individual's emulate others.
Honorable or amiss- people of this world exhibit a behavior that is reflective to that of which has been cast upon them (this is the game the enemy has taught humans to play- treat kindness with kindness...or not. Revolt and defend against false accusations directed towards you...ALWAYS! Don't worry about who's affected- wounded, punctured, murdered- spiritually and emotionally). If dissatisfaction increases, then display the personality that one yearns to be projected in their direction. Walking it out has trumped talk throughout the centuries.
Labels are descriptive. They are also temporary. These are words that are able to be erased, crossed out and ultimately reform as alterations occur within a people or person. False labels- these will never cease to exist. Folks will continually use words to enhance the viewers knowledge, and gift them with a 'heads up' of what to expect. Perceptions from onlookers are rarely accurate. Only the ones marked wrongly can/will stand firm in who they truly are (with the strength of God and guidance of His Spirit). Their swift, purposeful actions to deviate from the popular performances reflected by others their same age is apparent. They will not go unrecognized; being a lily amongst the thorns.
Emily Ann - you have quite a way with words and are a true "old soul" for sure! I am a fan and will be reading :) Blessings!
ReplyDeleteThanks Cindy! That's sweet of you. Being the youngest, and having Jesus in my life- it helps! Praise the Lord for mentors and influential folk. I appreciate the comment.
ReplyDeleteVery wise words, midear! I feel as though this very post contains the very words which reflect my own view on the subject!
ReplyDeleteYour unique writing inspires me. Don't ever allow your heart or mind to be silenced--God places the ideas on your heart, emboldening you to elaborate on them beautifully, making your Father proud. He looks upon you smiling a smile that reflects that of a daddy watching his baby taking their first steps...and he says, "Well done, my beloved daughter." :)
Erica, such embellished metaphors that you have creatively composed. I may just cry! MAYBE... They are so crafty yet so true. Originality is your signature. I've never ever heard such quotes before ;)
Deletelove your sister Em
Well then, Mrs. Darcy, I have received a great abundance of offense from your vague reply.
ReplyDeleteI bear a knowledge of which I am rather unsure of, and as I inquire, I wish for you to pinpoint this directly: With the colloquy you recently disclosed within your retaliation, I gathered a gargantuan of insult!
Shame on you, sister Em, for mocking me so.
Much love. ;)
Ms. Bingley
DeleteSuch a ludicrous comment. You are attempting to decipher a book that requires no comprehension; nothing has been composed. A scavenge for a treasure that has not been submerged has been launched within your obtuse mind. You whip out a sword where defense would be feckless. This is a matter that is too complex- it requires your mind to envisage material that would unravel the realization that your dosage of understanding is too enervated.
Elaboration is what you are in pursuit of. I am afflicted. You will not be able to present a hardy meal to benefit your desperate chase. Your quest to quench the hunger will have an unsatisfactory outcome. No deer in the forest to kill. You barely know how to shoot an arrow. The matter that you seek to make clear is a sight too complex for one containing your hazy vision. I, however am taking archery. More experience results in greater abilities. If we were to battle you would cease to prevail.
-your affectionate, Mrs. Darcy
Mrs. Darcy, you are the very symbol of disposition.
ReplyDeleteYour retaliation thus proves invalid. How dare you, but a prude, propose to your self an acquiration of such boldness!
You present your amaurotic self, with conspicuous arrogance, as the more formidable opponent... When I myself, am the true paragon. I shall abide in my victorious heir perpetually, past the day of your defeat. The wages of your life shall be my grassy field that I roll around upon triumphantly, as you stand on the sidelines, a troubled soul, weak in failure.
THUS, I have prevailed over you with my capacious trophy!
I bid you farewell, until next time.
~Ms. Bingley.
PS: Mr. Darcy is no longer yours.
When you sulk back home after your tragic loss, you will not find him awaiting your arrival, for he has left you for the more appropriate woman--ME! Your tears shall be the very reflection of the day he first proposed to you, and you left him standing in the wake of the clouds, soaking wet and broken after you declined him.
I prevail once more.
The words you conjure up are invalid; insignificant feathers intentionally aimed yet inevitability flutter astray- their endeavor to advance onward towards their yearned direction/destination goes amiss. The target that they strive to hit is unbearably difficult to reach. They are too weak; with winds in existence they are unable to touch the very object that they aspire to.
DeleteTheir attempts are formidable. Only creating a vision with silliness interwoven into the sights of the onlookers...
Preposterous insults, deformed falsehoods; the source of blundered notions (this is what you are). Inaccuracy NEVER triumphs in this world.
These words have no impact. The dent is a laughing matter. A feather you are and shall always remain. Venturing towards succession and every effort is strained. You are naturally tainted and therefore the wind is victorious. Evil ceases to withstand time. It is temporary and is not everlasting. Trees are knocked down because of me, and birds sway in their flying course (Mr. Darcy earns 10,000 pounds a year. Physical wealth I do obtain and riches of wisdom I have inherited. You produce flawed propriety and truth freckled with blemished of error. IMPERFECTION!
Words are sightless and reveal weakness. Actions produce a perceivable crop of strength. He has not left. Those are sentences that have not been conformed by Ms. Austen.
Whooosh! That was my arrow piercing the bulls-eye while you, a feather is consistently furtherance. You lack the knowledge and are unable to inherit the potency to remain on a paved path. No customer would purchase a hollow mellon. Breezes never pass; you will not abscond.
These are unworthy, unfavorable, and unappealing strings. Your instrument is too difficult for Mr. Darcy to strum. Screeches are heard from the surrounding estates when he is in your presence. The audience scatters and he rebounds post recognizing the dissatisfaction unleashed with you near.
A well done attempt at insulting me, Mrs. Darcy, but I shall not yet refrain from pursuing my reign over this argument. And thus, my reign will be PRESTIGIOUS as opposed to your attempt at indubitable success. Nevertheless, in your pathetic endeavor to achieve ascendancy, you fail to comprehend that you have deteriorated tragically. These arrows you have been aiming, were aimed too high, and you have blundered! You have not only failed in deafeating me, the true hero, but have authenticated a true certificate in HYPOCRICY.
ReplyDeleteYou disclose that words have no impact and establish that they have no significance. Yet if this folly were true, would you rebound with even more meaningless words you wish to make you sound smarter?
AHA! Miss Austin is offended, yet laughs in your attempt to mirror her writing and mocks your shameless mimicry. You do not recognize something valuable--these words she has indeed written, but she refrained you from reading them!
Alas, your faux pas as been revealed, plain as day. You are not as wise as you wish for people to see you to be.
All of your self-proclaimed fortitude is the true invalid in this enmity.
In this world, we each obtain a little strength we must build up in our own efforts. As a body builder lifts a 50 pound weight, his muscles exceed the ordinary, and abound in strength.
But there is a cheat to partaking in such muscular growth! Whereas most would work hard for muscles such as these, YOU are lackadaisical! You, as a charlatan, do not even so much as PURCHASE this contrivance, but you peculate the ownership of the shake-weight. This device is made specifically for weak, perezoso gentes (lazy people-en Espanol. You were too perezosa to look it up so I obliged.) The instrument is merely a tool for the debilitated, impuissant, infirm, insubstantial, irresolute and fragile people of the world. You are but an urbanite endemic, an intrisic inmate in the world of the lazy, unable, weak. You participate diligently in pleasuring your muscles. You do not WORK for your strength, but rely on this mechanic implement to do the work for you.
So with this established, I dwell in the land of the strong, a native to the hardworking body-builders who strive to build gargantuan muscular strength. We all stand tall, strong and proud amongst our dumbells and heavy weights. In my sea of ponderous poundage, you, are nothing but a shake-weight. I look down upon imbisles of your level. True dissatisfaction is neither portraied or recognized when Mr. Darcy looks upon me. The audience bows to me in benediction, and Mr. Darcy kisses my hand passionately while they spit on you for your pitiful life.
Like you said, a hollow melon, none desires. This is true. So thus, a hollow melon you are.
"It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad."
DeleteThe vitality that you speak of (not PERFORM, but TALK) is merely temporary. In opposition, the unattractive tenacious spirit you have bitterly acquired will subsist. The stance of victory you discover pride in is weak. Your knees are buckling. Such a blunt simpleton!
As I've notified you before the brain in the northern hemisphere of your body is too obtuse. You are incapable of fathoming the complexities of this world. You are striving to do significant things and struggle to accomplish achievement.
The strength that you 'possess' is a low dosage. Your life will have a fatal ending as you step forth onto the battlefield; like an egg attempting to do more than it is able to in it's fragile stage; you shall spoil.
Your inadequate effort of defeating my marriage will cease to abide.
"There is, hidden or flaunted, a sword between the sexes till an entire marriage reconciles them."
I will not deny the brief existence of the controversial subjects that Mr. Darcy and I battled on. This is a statement that is true only of the past. In the present we are frolicking merrily along the exteriors of his wondrous estate and frisking about the day room while Georgianna plays the piano forte. Contrast beams beautifully despite its differences.
I shall not disclaim/discredit the non-fictional segment interwoven within the confined tales you've told. Not all assumptions are inaccurate in the whole. This is the 1.7849086563874% of your accusation that remained someone factual.
Vim is what lurks within. I retaliate against your false accusations and am drenched with joy as I partake in such a process. Your mindset is extremely finite.
As you strive for ascendancy in this world- amidst the events of my life with/without my significant other near- the sight will be an appealing one. No apathy will be produced by the less fortunate. Upon observing your circumstances they will recognize that having few is more rewarding than being in your state of riches with the unaccommodating ignorance in your possession.
The arrows that I shoot amiss are dainty in number. Mr. Darcy is keeping my hand steady as we shoot together. He does not come hither whenever you plea for his presence. Mr. Darcy remains by my side! Thus, you are downtrodden as the two of us jubilantly gallop atop a single horse into the sunset in victory.
Well, in the short time of practice Mr. Darcy and I had together with the bow and arrow, I learned how to aim and shoot, thus hitting my target square in the heart. This heart, is that of your horse which you proclaim you are galloping away on into the sunset. Well your horse is dead now, along with Mr. Darcy. When the horse crumbled beneath the both of you, he fell and hit his head. He is gone. So, everything you once held dear, everything belonging to you, has diminished entirely.
ReplyDeleteI. REMAIN. VICTORIOUS.
Evil always trumps all, even the good. Although you falsely brand yourself the "Good" in this bloodshed, you have done nothing but sit pridefully upon your predjuiced horse. Well you may get off of your high horse now, because I killed it.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that any person containing a finite mindset is bound to become flustered with the high-ho ways of this world. Your blundered soul will perish in a land encompassed by questioning circumstances. You will never discover yourself as you remain wondering about in a querying state of mind.
DeleteScrew your falsehoods. You suck!
what dis thou walke'th into
DeleteI'll let you know when I stop laughing! YOU! Crazy child.
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