Filtered sunshine

After one whole night of studying,
Or rather a couple hours of studying,
(Rest of the time consisted of crapping, eating air, and playing mastermind)
I am here,
At Temasek,
Winding down,
Crinkling against the glare,
Of thoughts and reflections,
That filtered through slanted blinds,
Riding on the rays,
That seemed to want me to see.
I had seen,
Some time ago,
But i had pushed into the recess of my mind,
These disturbing insights.
As i read,
I felt that remoteness,
That despair of one,
Who has had a taste,
But only a taste of what bliss is all about.
Long not,
For all bliss will come,
To the one who always believe,
To the one who always seems to miss out,
To the one who is always helpful,
Who sees in others,
What he wants for himself.
I'll say:
Look not into others' mirrors,
But into your soul,
On why failure seems to seek you.
Let your soul be your inquisitor,
And you the defendant.
Let you be honest with only yourself,
For it is time to stop pretending,
Even to your own soul.
Be the pattern of all patience,
For you are better off than Lear,
Who only saw on his deathbed.
Sometimes,
There are paths less travelled,
Words not spoken,
Emotions unexhibited,
People not met,
And love not found,
Yet.
What's gone,
Just let them go,
Away with the ebbing of time,
And into the the realm of emotional photographs.
Longing for what's lost,
And imagining what might have been,
Serves only to blind you,
To the multitude of opportunities,
Of acquaintances,
Of conversations,
Of unfamiliar emotions,
Of new waters.
Let loneliness,
Not encapture you in its grim grasp,
But rather,
Let bygones,
Meander down,
To the a place,
Where all things past reside in solace.
Rather than trying to capture,
Ephemeral rays of sunlight;
Bask in their warmth and glory and transience,
And marvel at all that colourful experience,
And let them go,
For if sunlight is to retain its beauty and enigmatic qualities,
It muz be free and unbounded,
And most of all,
Temporary.