Lost

A piece has been misplaced. It's missing and the location is unknown. Now labeled as lost, the search is on. Turning back handed time and asking questions. Who had it last? What are we looking for? Where was it last? When did this happen? Last but not least; why? These are the questions that we ask in order to find answers. Answers that we can only interpret as true; we each have our own perception that we are able to associate with imagination. (Illusions) A perception has been created over time; it is constantly changing, and is individually unique. A belief formed from childhood as we develop mentally. With our reaction to the passing of time we develop maturity and age, we are always getting a new view the world through brand new spectacles that our peers prescribed. A child is born without a choice into a world that seems normal by childlike innocence that doesn’t have a comparison or knowledge to doubt anything.

This life is a puzzle that is hard to put together. A piece is constantly missing and it's hard to keep focused. This puzzle is perfect, except it keeps changing shapes and the pictures; they aren't concrete. They continue to change as we age. Often they get blurry for a moment and scramble. It's frustrating. Finding out that what you know in your heart to be true and have believed in for so long; left to question; the realization that everyone has their own version of the story. That your way isn't even in the same lane on this highway and you're not even heading in the same direction. So many questions that the one answer we thought to be, cannot definitively answer. Scratch marks become fixed on the scalp and blood has been drawn like attention.

A door swings open just as one slams shut. A new chapter begins. A new perception to be created, balancing on the beam of what we once knew. We notice that this beam; which we thought was so strong, is unstable. It is also missing a piece or two. It's disheartening to see a closed mind that's shut. Its missing piece will remain. An open mind is off and running. Seeing pieces not there and searching for them. Puzzling through the pieces; making progress. Wondering if something has been over looked and searching for new answers. Asking questions that seem ignorant and thinking out load. Walking through the clouds that block the vision, just to see what's inside; always hoping that this next piece will solve this puzzle. Whenever a piece is found, so is something else; realization that the puzzle only exists in the mind. The questions have multiple answers. Each puzzle is infinite and to each man, unique.

"That's not normal." This is said all the time. A simple reply is, "No, I suppose it isn't." To be normal is to be accustomed and habitual. I question the word normal. It's an opinionated belief; an imaginary line that doesn't even exist. It's the number one killer in the world. It's the school yard bully who believes what he sees. It's the plague of the mind that is silently holding us hostage. Its judgmentalpersona turns chins up and puts eyes on a roll. Feeding off this fictional belief; blind minds deplete, stunting growth. Constantly telling us that the mind is only so strong and saying… Impossible, Debra downer denounces the miracle; claiming it doesn't exist. Parents’ lose sleep from the broken dreams of their children. Little by little, the sparkled eyes lose glamour and the stars get farther away. The word normal is ultimately the object of personal perspective.

I want to look out my window and see a man riding a unicorn and a kid sailing on the sea; in a pirate costume. It would be nice to see people being encouraging. "You can do it." "Believe." I think reality is what you make it and I want to accept your version. If you slip, I will lend out a hand. When you look up, the expression of shock will be replaced with gratitude. You see, I accept that your perception of normal is different than mine. I accept that I help to create your perception. This life we live has a climate created by culture and we all contribute the overall comfort. As I write all of this, I am actually having a hard time believing in this dream.

My own dream, you see, my normalhas been ripped apart by society and I have little faith left in humanity. However, I haven't given up hope. If I could only be a better me, then maybe, just maybe, you can become a better you. I kindly ask for subtle reminders to constantly remember that we are going through a change. To better humanity, I must first better myself. Society will reject this belief and set up force fields. Protecting their safety nets and closing the venetian blinds. Ignoring what they do not want to accept; unwilling to change. Seeking instant gratification, as they take the escalating stairs that are formed by the people they walk on to get to the top.

This belief, of feeling entitled, is an absolute shame. Created by an unhappy person a long, long time ago and passed on by birthright should simply just pass away. Greedy minded men feeling mighty. They take more and judge the less. I think you get the point, more or less. Open up your mind and this puzzle piece that you have been looking for, you will find. Simply by coming to believe that the piece has been right in front of you the whole time. Just waiting for you; waiting for you to take a step in the right direction. If you've read this far; congratulations! We now have knowledge of what to do. Break up the puzzle. Set the pieces be free. Accept and you will see true meanings. Open your eyes. Embrace your heart. Let the tears fill your eyes. Say goodbye to that normal old puzzle and embrace. Peace of mind is the result of a puzzled piece lost in time. We are all in this together, this short life we live. Whether you like it or not, that's your perception. No one is right, no one is wrong. I'm so lost right now, but my mind is so open. Left feeling upside down, I can only be sure about one thing. A piece has been misplaced…; lost.

2014

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