Benign Appreciation

 

Benign Appreciation
By: Dustin Sherman

To be one
With you.
To mask the apprehension
Would bring injustice to a
Mortal standstill.

Cessation would be the norm,
but to what cessation is a norm, an annual?
Or like a perennial that ideally brings rebirth;
life every full moon,
blooms alike?

Light has been brought to the
horizon.
The beams so bright,
blinding, but yet,
clarifying.

Clarification, an explanation of the seed
that lay dormant before budding.
Necessary? Words entangle the mind to halt the interpretation
sought.
Deeper.

Deeper you go.
Straying from your median.
A risk weighs on you,
for is this it? Your last goodbye,
or your next hello?

I digress.
Mortal standstill…
Is immortality a discussion for the inscrutable?
The benevolent?
The kindhearted?

Immortality of love and its
capability to cultivate startles the ones
previously broken from
anguish and misery by
love.

Does this give reason to hinder the
abundant
chances to be blissful and jovial?
To question life is to be mortal,
with immortal hopes of love.

Life has genius to send cessation or fulfillment
of the senses.
Your choice is like the road less taken.
To be or not to
be?

To have ecstasy in your heart, you deflate the
barriers;
barriers set up from previous battles amongst the
phenomenon we exclaim as
love.

Holler, beckon, shout, appeal to the ideal, while placing emphasis
on the entities that guide your gladness.
Walk steady with risk, that maybe,
this may become an immortal, heartfelt, deep
entity.

The closure or the prelude.

Every Story Has Its Ends!

What does one do when one has 2 weeks left after a year in a foreign country? I have laughed, I have cried, I have spent the best times, I have spent the worst times in Turkey. I have went through my ups and downs to adapt my life in Turkey. I have made Izmir, Turkey, the "city of love," my home!

I have only two emotions about going back to America. I have absolute excitement to see my family. They have been going through possibly the most worst scenarios a family can go through, and I want to be a light of hope for them. I also have complete and distinct fear of leaving Turkey and returning to the many problems that await me.

I feel like everything that I have experienced is coming to an abrupt end! How can this be? How does one cope with this kind of energy? This has been nothing I have experienced before. I know this slightly what I should be going through; however, the extremes that I will be going back to, to be frankly honest, scares the living shit out of me! I would like to know your thoughts, opinions, and advice in the comments section below!

How should I spend my last 2 weeks here? Life is spinning out of control, that I need to grab a hold of something. I will! Dustin means brave and valiant warrior, and I believe our names were given for a reason. I have the strength to fight a million, but I feel like I may fall down to a peasant level, not able to fight anymore. I may need a refresher course to become the warrior I was and am currently.

Like my family, Turkey has been the light of hope for me. It has made part of who I am and appreciate them both soo much! I have learned many things through the eyes of the Turks and I hope to bring that back with me!

I have promised myself to be as strong as possible through this,, but it will be painstakingly hard. I have come here to become the person I am now, and would not trade any split second of a moment, EVER! I will leave with tears water-falling from my eyes and my heart beat at an irregular rhythm, but I would recommend this experience to the world!

I leave every single person that reads this with strength, hope, power, happiness, passion, courageousness, stability, knowledge, compassion, confidence and ultimate love for your near and far future!

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