This is one of those things people write and address it, to whom it may concern. Yeah that’s right, im not sure who this is to, only that I want to write. I want to tell my story. Ever watched people walk by and asked after them? Who are they? Where are they from? Why are they here? Where are they going? Questions that more often that not cannot be answered or have no answers.
Have you ever lain on the ground looked up into the sky and traveled? Traveled beyond the veil that is the sky into the space that it actually is. Drawing yourself into the depth that is and not be bound to what it earthly? Traveled beyond the realm where time and decay exist to the place where rejuvenation is constant, that a blossom is remade every time you look at it, that instead of fading, it becomes ever the more brilliant.
Most people will read this and see it as the ramblings of a dreamer- the very people who confuse the standard of life with the quality of it. Most people being afraid to dream have shackled themselves to that which is ‘safe.’ That which they know the outcome, that which predetermines where they land should they jump. But where is the adventure in that? Where is the discovery of what you are capable of? Where is the experience of that which is unknown, undiscovered… that which has been said not to exist only for you to realize. It does!
I beat myself for being so common place…not that common place is bad…it just doesn’t offer an adventure. How then can I trust my God when I already know the outcome? Does it need faith to sit down on a chair you can already see? Or does it need faith to close ones eyes and after twirling oneself a number of times then proceed to sit down? Is that simply faith or foolishness? Where do you draw the line….is there one really? Or is it what is faith to one is foolishness to another? And while I’m at it why do I return to the very world that brought confusion in the first place to seek a definition?
When I look at life, I ask myself. What really matters? Then I know the answer…if it does, it doesn’t need justification. Yet so many of us will seek to justify the doubts that will cross their minds rights now concerning what we think matters. Sad….that’s what it is….sad.
My mind hurts from being told what it can and cannot do. I saw a mad man once and ask myself this question….is he really mad, or is he just free? Free from the binds of society which sets to determine how high you can jump because were you to jump higher than that it would be unnatural; it would be out of the norm. It would make others feel small and commonplace yet, they fight to remain commonplace, to blend in with the crowd.
‘Its all about fear,’ somebody says but mine is this. What is there to fear when already you lose everything when you do? Sadly…I’m afraid!
I close my eyes and open them, just another set of eyes in a faceless crowd…or are they?
