Some doors are better left shut for our very own sanity and some peep holes are better not installed. And if installed, better covered up. Who can resist the temptation to peep? But yet who forgets the peep? What we have seen is difficult if not impossible to unsee. What we have tasted has been tasted. Memory has been created and stored. How do we erase the memory?
Some questions must never be asked, some jokes must never be cracked. As they open a whole can of worm that we don’t always know how to deal with. Restraint is the order of the day in some situation. A free thinker must still put some stops in place, the mind can go ballistic. There must be boundaries for our survival, the survival of all races, species, relationships, everything, otherwise we will dance to extinction.
So in my careless absent minded distracted moment, I peeped!!! And boy! Oh boy!!! How I wished I did not peep, how I wished I did not ask the question, how I wished I did not crack the joke. Now ladies and gentlemen, the peep was not even a physical peep, it was all in my mind. I allowed my mind to think the ‘unthinkable’ and now I am jonesed, I can’t stop the torrent of thoughts flooding my mind from the first peep.
But could I really have stopped the first peep? Was the thought all just waiting to be unearth? Was it inevitable? Was I always going to peep because I was meant to, irrespective of the amount of warnings and known repercussions? The ‘peeper’ is a rare breed that will see things he alone must see and then must face the difficult task of making sense of what he has seen. Curiosity indeed kills the cat! But must the cat die? Can we preserve the life of the cat?
Beautiful Ivory 