A Funny Thing Happened On My To the Forum
After it all came down and dust was settling along the sidewalk, a small bird
landed on the re bar and sang a song that unraveled a truth that existed
underneath these distractions. It sang: "I believe the truth is such; we create in
our own minds and what we believe to be true manifests itself in our
distractions." I continued down the walk and came upon a beggar who asked for
some change in exchange for wisdom. "What can you offer me?" I asked
sharp. "A chance to realize that we are one person, and the whole we create is
non-existant without you." I laughed and threw him a quarter, and picked up my
stride, from behind me I heard him say: "Whatever you do, don't look back." I
turned around and no one was there. Soon I arrived at my home, sat in my lazy
boy recliner listening to the words spoken to me today. I thought if the truth is
something we create and every person is connected, how are we able to
disagree? And from the back of my mind I answered my own question, Wanting.
Longing. The need for what we don't need. The excess. The money. The fame.
The success. The glamour. The overall sense of acceptance. Community by
exclusion. We need to forget what we want to remember. In essence we want
what we don't need and need what we don't need. Circles of lies. We need to lie.
Without lies there is no truth. And what an obvious answer. So much loss. So
much pain, boiled down to morals. Now this idea I have shrugged off as fancy.
And as those words float further and further away, I reach for the control and lose
myself in distraction.
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