Inna
08-04-2012, 11:55 AM
Simply and observation, this here is not to help someone understand, although if it does, Hurray, but merely my own take on the essence of TRANSITION!
As I am pushing through a thick ghastly texture of transition, many a time, I find my self smack against impenetrable wall or consciousness and realization that what I have known until today was somewhat false, but not really untrue! How can something be false and yet somehow remain real and touchable?
The illusive point we feel yet do not see of finality of transition into realm of womanhood seems achievable yet every time I get closer It moves on further as to keep an uncomfortable distance I am yet to cross.
One more hurdle in sight and once crossed yet another appears out of nowhere.
But I think I have a good idea why!!!!
As I have set out on this quest, I could not imagine immense vastness and tremendous weight of reality which I will have to bare. If I had such understanding at an onset, I would have never set a first step, yet I have, because I knowingly made this Reality disappear into a comfortable fog of pretend, joyful clout of pleasureful transition.
As this site illustrates, 99.9% of members do not look clearly into a mirror. Image which resonates within their interpretation seems a pigment of imaginary magical ability. We do not see our selves as we are within this world but our selves whom we project forth and strive to be. But this force alone does miracles, I know it does, because I my self experience the same.
This force of want, need, connection with the spiritual part of who we are, conveys what we infact want the world to see, a projection of our soul into realm of flesh and bone.
Reality does strike us down, and I am sure nearly all have that happen when our foggy image of a girl in the mirror burns off and we then are brought back to see the real image, the harsh reality, but with hope, we tear up, cry our pain away and again return to our Savior, the Unreal reality of transition.
As I am pushing through a thick ghastly texture of transition, many a time, I find my self smack against impenetrable wall or consciousness and realization that what I have known until today was somewhat false, but not really untrue! How can something be false and yet somehow remain real and touchable?
The illusive point we feel yet do not see of finality of transition into realm of womanhood seems achievable yet every time I get closer It moves on further as to keep an uncomfortable distance I am yet to cross.
One more hurdle in sight and once crossed yet another appears out of nowhere.
But I think I have a good idea why!!!!
As I have set out on this quest, I could not imagine immense vastness and tremendous weight of reality which I will have to bare. If I had such understanding at an onset, I would have never set a first step, yet I have, because I knowingly made this Reality disappear into a comfortable fog of pretend, joyful clout of pleasureful transition.
As this site illustrates, 99.9% of members do not look clearly into a mirror. Image which resonates within their interpretation seems a pigment of imaginary magical ability. We do not see our selves as we are within this world but our selves whom we project forth and strive to be. But this force alone does miracles, I know it does, because I my self experience the same.
This force of want, need, connection with the spiritual part of who we are, conveys what we infact want the world to see, a projection of our soul into realm of flesh and bone.
Reality does strike us down, and I am sure nearly all have that happen when our foggy image of a girl in the mirror burns off and we then are brought back to see the real image, the harsh reality, but with hope, we tear up, cry our pain away and again return to our Savior, the Unreal reality of transition.