Here's a quote from the book I'm currently reading. It's a grotesque metaphor; but I think in that sense its one of the most brutal and beautiful I've ever read...
"She's like this animal, cut open with all of its vital organs glistening and quivering, you know, like the liver and the large intestine. Such visuals, everything sort of dripping and pulsating. Anyway, she could wait for someone to sew her back up, but she knows no one will. She has to take the needle and thread and sew herself up"
"Gross," says Seth.
"Miss Rona says nothing is gross," Brandy says. "Miss Rona says the only way to find happiness is to risk being completely cut open."
The way I take it is that we're all this animal: we're all living in the wild, in this dog-eat-dog and brutal world where we can stay intact if we fight, and stay quiet and hide. But to find real happiness and liberty, we have to throw ourselves out into the middle of the meadow full of wolves from the hidden disguise of the shrubs without any needle and thread to sew ourselves back up.
Then, when and if we do, we always know our real friends - our real ones - will be waiting there for us with the sewing kit, Ben and Jerry's and hopefully some RomCom on DVD.
In this blog, I'd like to thank all of my friends who have ever sewn me back up. I couldn't have done it myself. I'm scared of needles anyway.
Lots of love to you all
Sean
xxx
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