Behind every lowly and dreary rain cloud there is an essence. It pours from the outer edge of its blockade of grey captors, seeking refuge in the eyes of souls down below. It creeps over ledges of clouds and into shadows on earth, aiming to touch the hopeless. It hums in the ears of those who will listen. It emits an aroma of all things euphoric, such as lavender and raindrops. It finds its way to the tongues, of the ones who haven't tasted in years. It is the hiatus between sorrow and glee. It is a crack. It is a break.
Many never truly understand the power behind this wild magic. Some try to define it by way of religion. And others by way of science. But this magic cannot be named.
The breath of a gloomy day cannot be inhaled by those who let this preeminent force enter their souls. This brilliance cannot be overtaken by the rigor of misery that engulfs the world on a somber day. With as much power as the ocean and stability as a mountain, it's reign lives on, unaffected by black thoughts that pollute the air beneath it. This is the frosted glow that can be seen behind every ashen cloud that has ever formed. This Glow! Force! Breach! It names its self as the Silver Lining.
Few people ever notice the Silver Lining. These people are over powered by the mighty bitterness that follows them. Some people are haunted by a greedy and starving mist. But The Optimist ganders through the mist to see the everlasting and almighty Silver Lining. He hopes for it. Treasures it. Lives by it. He isn't blinded by the ghostly and solemn veil that seems to cover the earth. He sees the silver glow and is captivated by the opportunity of tomorrow, the promise of a sweet song, the bright future he knows lies ahead. His life becomes illuminated by the gap between sky and cloud. He revels in its radiance.
The Silver Lining doesn't reveal its self to everyone. It can only be seen by those who accept it. It can only be seen by those who choose to see it. It can only be seen by those who long to dance in its light. For it can only be seen by The Optimist. True happiness can be achieved by the realization that the Silver Lining does exist. But exactly where it exists is unclear. Does the Silver Lining live trapped behind the clouds? Or does it flourish and grow within The Optimist's soul?
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ReplyDeleteWow this really defines the line between pessimistic people and optimistic people. I love how you are able to show "the silver lining" through the two different viewpoints and show indirectly how it affects your life. I also really like how you were able to make me want to be an optimistic person just by reading this post! You're a very good writer on this level and I admire the way you are able to create a perfect image in my head of everything you are talking about on a mental and physical level. You're an amazing writer and you really know how to use imagery well!
ReplyDeleteThe use of rhetoric devices in this is incredible. The imagery in paragraph one allows the reader to see the formation of the Silver Lining, and personifies it to take the form of a mist or almost a ghost. With the diction in the first paragraph of "creep" and "hums", the simplicity and soft spirit of the Silver Lining is revealed. The third paragraph displays a build in momentum with the interjections and prepares the reader for the reveal of the naming of the Silver Lining. With the use of rhetorical questions in the last paragraph, the reader is prompted to think about the optimism in their own life and question whether the will choose to accept it or let it stay trapped away. These devices combined with multiple others contributed to a phenomenal description of optimism. I could truly hear your voice in this post and the way you constructed it was fantastic. I'm really impressed, amazing job!
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