UPDATE for The Prompt 12/09/14
I’m trying not to pressurise myself to write this week (it’s a challenge I set myself for #WhatImWriting). Instead I’m dedicating some time to other things. But when I saw that #ThePrompt this week was ‘Shine‘ it reminded me of this post and I thought I’d link up. I have to admit the poem makes me cringe a bit but I’m interested in the idea behind it.
Our aspirations shine brightly when they are distant but are they as beautiful up close? Achieving aspirations can be a hard slog so does the reality live up to the fantasy? Do we even want it to live up to the fantasy or does the appeal of aspirations lie in their distance? After all, it is lovely to have something beautiful twinkling from afar that we think, one day, we might reach. Or at least I think so!
Anyway: here’s what I wrote back in April:
Dazzling star of my creation,
Glittering from across the galaxy,
Another time, a future reality.
Distance grants you power untold,
As burning beacon, flag unfurled
You tempt me ever up and on,
Magnetic beauty growing strong.
Could my vision be mistaken?
Would reaching you, your power dim
Fading and faltering within?
Would you gleam just as you did afar?
Or melt into the night,
Leaving just the dying light
Of a once transcendent star.
I’ve been thinking about aspiration this week, considering what I really want from life and how to go about getting it. Obviously, writing figures very high up on my aspirational agenda. If I imagine a life where I have unlimited time to write, alongside all the aspects I currently love in my life (as it is now), then I imagine myself pretty much perfectly happy.
That thought got me thinking about the nature of aspiration though, and whether the beautiful, perfect dreams we have are beautiful and perfect precisely because they are dreams. I love having something to aspire to. I love my dreams of a future where I am a successful published author. On particularly rough, sleep-deprived, shouty-kids days those dreams keep me going!
If I achieved that dream, would it live up to the fantasy though? That’s what inspired the poem.
I’m not sure about what I’ve written and I’m having huge doubts about publishing this post… but if I didn’t post things I’d written because I wasn’t convinced by them then I’d not post much at all!
For what it’s worth, I bet aspirations glow just as brightly close-up. Or at least, that achieving them sets off some sort of chain-reaction and a new beautiful star shoots off to glitter in the distance. The poem suggests a negativity which I don’t really feel.
What do you think? Do your aspirations still dazzle you when you achieve them?