We wish we could be the passionate characters of our dreams... however we remain trapped by the timeless constraints of life and its barriers... sometimes we allow, we give permission to these shackles… we want them to hold us down. We need them to hold us down, we say we want freedom… but freedom can seem so empty… it can be difficult to discern who and where you are when you are not guided by road signs and the cute antidotes of what life should be….
After all most people do derive security from control, the warm blanket that is knowing your future and working towards a set goal… Too often this blanket is simply pulled over our eyes… we spend so much time looking ahead that we forget how to stand where we are.
It seems I feel the most lost when I forget who and where I am… I focus intently on the tip of the blade, struggling to manipulate its trajectory…
Tragically perspective is lost, we fail to notice as the blood pools at our feet… foreshadows our fate as we continually lacerate ourselves on the equally sharp edges just out of sight… spilling blood forth for the masses to ingest as they so often do with great haste. Their only concern… must win… must succeed… must crush the competition… pile it on when they are down. Their ascent can be tricky, filled with the wasted lives and broken bodies of those not willing to stab the person in from of them for the next spot in line….
Do you remember when our biggest concerns were who got the tire swing at recess? If you would get picked at P.E. for kickball?
Perhaps George Shaw was correct when he said “youth is wanted on the young”…
I prefer to think we simply become too smart for our own good, we become experts on everything… our minds become closed… we are certain of everything…
To a child flying to the grocery store by simply flapping their arms seems like a viable option… to an adult the thought is preposterous… but I ask who would you rather be?
I’m not saying we should ignore logic or the things we learn as we grow. But instead might we live exceptional, more passionate lives if we lessoned our grips on life and our focus on things that we cannot control nor influence? Might it be fun to approach life with the wonder and possibilities a child would have? Too often we fail to experience moments at their full potential… we assess a situation and categorize it… expecting a particular outcome and by doing so we create that very reality.
Ok enough with my declamation… Perhaps I will continue down this path later on….
I for one have to go… gotta catch my flight home from work…. Falcor never waits around when I’m late….
Luckdragon my ass….
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