My Turn

Then it was my turn, to endure what every great soul has to go through, to walk through that fire without flinching or uttering a word. With gritted teeth and composure to hold it all together while lesser souls, inferior minds and unconscious beings utter untruth. To stand back and observe quietly while a gigantic monument of lies, confusion, evil, manipulation is being errected. Time to watch the human heart do what sometimes it does best. Time to see the hearts of innocent children being corrupted by the insensitivity, foolishness and cluelessness of those that should know better. What a sad day when we tip the jar labelled ‘wisdom’ and all that flows out and run off is pure childish gibberish. When the well of wisdom only oozes out recklessness and preposterousness, water that corrupts and defies the soul. The soul that should speak truth can only conjure up nonsense, irrelevances and brain numbing utterances.

Every soul that will traverse must endure the unendurable, every one that will excel must be able to hold it together. Every being that will float on the surface of the water must know how to unburden and cast it all off, every single thing. We must let them carry the weight as we maintain the buoyancy to float. Partaking in it, mingling with it, engaging with it brings us down to the level of those that will never float or soar. The birds of the ground can never comprehend the birds of the air. We have a choice, to land and sift through the grains on the ground or to soar and catch our food in the air, the choice is entirely ours. We must always let the dead bury their own dead while the alive focus on the business of living.

I find no opening, I see no way, there is no one at home, it is a tightly knitted web, a maze of forgetfulness, a bottomless pit, it holds nothing, it has nothing to offer, it bears nothing, dense as the forgotten forest, leading no where, a whirlwind of absurdity forging forth in fool hardy emptiness, making so much noise but uttering nothing. Yet every man and every woman that will amount to anything must contend with this. Each must go through this school, abhoring it but yet excel. Through quietness, composure, strength, dignity and conviction the human soul excels.

Life indeed is for living, live!