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A review by biblio_mom
Sea of Strangers by Lang Leav
3.0
This is Lang Leav’s 6th book that I have read, after September Love (yes. I don’t read them in the publishing date sequence) and I can conclude that I don’t get emotionally aroused by her writings like other Poets works does. But that would be because of my personal preference. Many of her poems seems to be old ideas from her older books being recycled. But there is one particular prose that I like because I was reading it before diving into the new year (2022):
New Beginnings
If I have learned anything this year, it’s that I won’t ever be ready for what life throws at me. I will never be adequately prepared. I won’t have the right words when it counts for something. I won’t know the right answer when fate itself is staring me down.
I’ve learned I can go on waiting for something, sustained by hope and nothing more, or I can put it to one side and shrug my shoulders. Bravely accept the fact that I can’t keep my heart safe any more than I can stop love from taking everything from me.
I have learned to stop saying yes when I don’t mean it- to live as authentically as I know how. To allow the tips of my fingers to skirt the darkness, as long as I remember to keep my eyes fixed on the light. And as one door opens and another closes, I will move forward with the knowledge that unlike so many others, I have another year ahead of me-another shot at making it all the way around the sun, and a chance to get it right this time ‘round.
New Beginnings
If I have learned anything this year, it’s that I won’t ever be ready for what life throws at me. I will never be adequately prepared. I won’t have the right words when it counts for something. I won’t know the right answer when fate itself is staring me down.
I’ve learned I can go on waiting for something, sustained by hope and nothing more, or I can put it to one side and shrug my shoulders. Bravely accept the fact that I can’t keep my heart safe any more than I can stop love from taking everything from me.
I have learned to stop saying yes when I don’t mean it- to live as authentically as I know how. To allow the tips of my fingers to skirt the darkness, as long as I remember to keep my eyes fixed on the light. And as one door opens and another closes, I will move forward with the knowledge that unlike so many others, I have another year ahead of me-another shot at making it all the way around the sun, and a chance to get it right this time ‘round.