Life Is Constant, And The Heart is The Author | Reflection I
A quiet moment to remember that life doesn't change, only how we see It does.
A gentle reminder to self.
Life is constant.
When it feels unfair,
it’s only your emotions blurring the image.
Life is a straight line…
and our emotions, the strings.
A blank white page,
painted with colorful feelings.
Remember that.
Take a moment.
Pause.
Think.
Find that thread of color,
and let the heart carry it.
Then you’ll understand:
Life is content,
and our hearts are the author,
painting the picture through emotion.
— Pen Drop
Author’s Note:
Sometimes we forget that the world isn’t cruel or kind — it just is.
It’s our hearts that give it shape and color.
A gentle reminder to pause, breathe, and see again with softer eyes.
This piece is part of my personal Reflections collection — More coming soon.
You can also check out my Echoes collection — each piece stands alone and can be read in any order.
About the Creator
Lenn Marcus
Through words, I search for the echoes we leave behind — in love, loss, and memory.
Each piece is a quiet reminder that we’re all still listening.
Welcome to my world.
— Pen Drop
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Comments (4)
Your words flow with a gentle wisdom that invites stillness, reminding the reader that life isn’t something to conquer or judge, but to feel. The imagery of life as a straight line and emotions as the strings is deeply evocative — it captures that delicate tension between constancy and chaos, between what is and what we feel. I especially love how you describe emotions as the colors that paint the blank white page of existence. It’s such a graceful way of expressing how our inner world shapes the outer one. The “thread of color” metaphor carries both tenderness and strength — an encouragement to not suppress emotion, but to trace it back to understanding. Your author’s note beautifully ties it all together — the idea that the world simply exists, and it’s our hearts that give it meaning, feels both grounding and liberating. This piece reads like a moment of meditation — a reminder to breathe, to soften, and to see with new eyes. Truly, Pen Drop feels like the perfect signature — quiet, thoughtful, and profound in its simplicity.
We don’t see the world for what it is, we create it in our likeness. Pleased to read a fellow poet philosopher. Loved your poem!
Beautiful
Beautiful poems...I love the thought that nothing changes...just how we see it.