Too often, we cannot see the world around us, because we are lost in the world inside us. One can cause the other, and it can be a just cause indeed, so we set about our righteous wanderings, made so by pain, loss, regret, or whatever else we can lay claim to as our means to the wandering we undertake.
Yet… in truth… there is no real justice to this at all… however we may claim it to be. For wherever we are in this self exile, there is another place we truly need to recognize.
Our place in this world.
It is One we define by our actions, but also, one we have an Obligation… to ourselves, and to everything and everyone it touches, to do right by, to be faithful stewards of, and simply… to make ..better.. for it,, the world around us.. and inside us… deserves this, and that’s how it keeps going, and so can we..
For in the in end.. for Yourself and All the World around.. its your place.. to make it Better.
The best and worst things of the human condition, is how we are drawn to one another. These happenings are so celestial in both their origins and mechanisms. Sometimes, its like a planet to a sun… slowly orbiting, taking comfort in the warmth of the other, though the seasons may change from time to time.. growing ever so slightly cold and distant, eventually there is burst of color and life and we are renewed.
Other times.. We fly past each other suddenly… Our skies light up in wonder… but soon its just gone.. and darkness returns..
Then there are those terrible collisions, two bodies collide and the destructive force obliterates both… leaving collateral damage all around… or more ominous… when we encounter a vortex… that event horizon that draws us in and consumes us……
Rarely do we find that harmony… two bodies dancing in union.. that binary system.. moving along, surround by others in a perfect motion…
Yet the truth, the whole universe is moving.. and no matter what our state.. we need to remember this most of all, until we find our place in it
Everyone seeks a herald of the truth, or a would be earnest keeper, that would serve us best. However, should it reveal our vices, or be some oculist to ensure clarity of our being, then we fear it would reveal… Us
This endless merry go round… our need of the truth of us to be known.. and at any given moment… the devastation we will wrought.. to ensure, such truth will never come to be.
We ache.. fear.. long.. beg.. lament.. terrorize… wish for… destroy … ache … ruin… hide from… sabotage… and surrender to… all for the same
THE TRUTH … OF US.
may we never know it… may others break us for it..
All our lives we battle our own perspectives. Either it is a desperate rally to cut through the lines of confusion and doubt to see the truth of what we have denied as truth. Or Some harrowing defense to stave off the truth, so we never face it, no matter what price we may pay.
But… sometimes… we are not the arbiter of our moment of seeing the truth. be it of us, or of something so profound it reveals us..
Sometimes… Life just unleashes Truth upon us.. and we are laid waste by the force of its yield.
We sit the .. our world no more than cinder and ash.. we sit bewildered and confused.
We eventually haphazardly grope at ourselves… to see if all the pieces of us are there…
some times they are.. some times they aren’t.
Slowly we struggle to are feet, and try to find direction, if there is one to find at all, but we are forever changed. We will never see the truth the same way again.