water

plato talks about the world of forms. he talks about this place where the truest form of an object resides. in the world of forms is a chair. now, here on earth, we can make some pretty mean chairs ,but even the best chair is merely a copy. it is only the shadow of the form that came before it and the real chair eludes the creator. try as we might we can not force anything we make to be anything but a copy. this can carry over into emotion. on this earth, we only feel copies of the true form. we say we are happy or we are in love but truly what we have is only a cheap imitation of the reality. we can feel and touch it but even still it is not real. we know this and we feel this in the most overwhelming waves. even in the euphoria of triumph when the world seems to stare at us and say, " it's all yours, go ahead and enjoy it". doubt creeps in. we wonder how long we can be on top. we wonder who is really the ones that truly love us. doubt creeps in and slowly though the world is a thing we grasp in our hands we begin to find a hole in ourselves. we being to try to fill it and while we think we are pushing more into it we are really clawing at the edges causing the hole to widen. We will spend our lives clawing at our chests hoping that we will be satisfied but really, when was the last time the shadow of a glass of water quenched your thirst.