I was rooting through my old school papers and found a parody I wrote for the poem “Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley.
It goes a little something like this:
Hate’s Philosophy
The waters of this raging river Cut just like a cold, sharp knife.Ā
Angry currents sink the diver
Ending, with it, joyful life;
All in this world is pitted
By a distinct nature,
Against another justly fitted;
Very few mature.
The mountains loom above with hate
And the waves crash violently;
Things quickly exacerbate
Distate brooding silently:
And the angry sunlight burns
While the weeds choke the trees -
Look, watch as everything turns,
Hate me if you please.
—The parodied poem
This little discovery helped me realize something. I don’t apply my creativity enough anymore. Everyone is gifted with so much to offer and, it just so happens, that even I might have gotten a small share. Sure this isn’t great, but I made something because IĀ had to for an assignment. I think everyone needs something to push them towards doing things. And sometimes. We’ve just got to push ourselves.