The understanding

Nights become days because what’s the difference? Not fitting in was a normal lifestyle for Marvin, so he would wait to live in the darkest hours. Nights were full of peace and calm almost like he had the whole world to himself. While daytime was full of poverty, sadness, and bullying. A winner in a loser’s place, passed upon daily based off circumstance. Continuously trying to find his way in a world that doesn’t seem to want him. Although his life is hard, Marvin always had a unique way of sharing his gift with the world even if nobody was around to listen. One night Marvin is in bed talking to the moon, having a conversation only he can hear. He holds no punches while showing his obvious disappointment in the life he was given. This night is like most, full of complaints, smiles, anger, and laughs. Yes, it’s odd, but that’s what made Marvin Special. Relentless conversations that could fix the world with one listen if only given the chance. His ability to inspire runs deep but seems pointless without an audience to influence or talk to. As the night grows longer Marvin feels fed up with emotions like he’s going to explode. Don’t worry, this is normal for Marvin. He is known for his uncontrollable outburst of feelings that he bottles up for years. The most unique talent of his is writing, and that’s what he turns to when speaking seems useless. Words jumble up in his head, but he expresses a masterpiece with elegance that leaves no trace of struggle. Marvin writes “Shapes cut from the walls, decorated around the room. Eyes open without a single image consumed, while Thoughts are like visions painting the mind. Moments glued together like a movie, teaches us lessons we never heard. Rage is calm once the pulse settles but the damage is done. Beaten & bruised Is the soul with no hiding place, searching for cover while under fire. One must gasp in thin air hoping to fill their lungs, but not breathing abandons struggle. Take a deep breath even if it’s your last, that way you know u tried to live”. His gift is evident, but he tears each page to shreds not seeing his own beauty. The quest of self-love eludes most, even those with abundance of praise and wealth struggle to see inside themselves for their own greater good. So, Marvin finds himself back where he started, upset, lonely, but peaceful. He believes that hurt is less damaging coming from himself, but he is wrong. Constantly hunting for answers within his own chest Marvin remembers something he recently learned. He learned that if you can’t face trouble yourself then think of yourself as something that can. This inspires Marvin and makes him start writing all over again. Marvin writes “Stunning uncertainty questioning each step with freedom. Consistent Wrong direction is common when the joke on life is maximized. Calm is a reckless mindset persuaded by undiagnosed feelings. Relax, just breathe, how simple. Words never heard can’t be spoken but that’s obvious. Relentless pressure to be seen & heard because fixed eyes never look inward. The hesitation to look closer is normal, but that doesn’t justify the action. The crave for recognition & attention must start with one’s own eyes, examining every page like an interesting book. Think wholeheartedly building the standard of excellence needed to be introduced to one’s core. Gifts of empty boxes get the same reaction which makes (giving) the first & last resort. Burnt out & youthful, what a wonderful trend. Keep starring the answer will come, but only once different is taken seriously can things change. Demand greatness & it shall be delivered, although his version might be much different than yours. Flourish your faith & love with hopes of receiving a gift worth opening”. He titled it “Barn Owl, the night hunter”.

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