| | One day we wake to find ourselves lost within the petty trappings of society. We reflect. What could we have approached differently? There are too many expectations, too many demands.
And as for us, we are the casualties.
The poor attempt to feed themselves, and each other. The merciful go about dispensing mercy, and draining their reserves. The peacemakers are written off as con-artists and shams. Most slip into repetitive patterns, a largely dissatisfying mix of obligation, isolation, and sometimes the pursuit of truth.
(A few break free.)
Occasionally those who mourn are comforted. Occasionally, the meek inherit the earth.
And all of us who play tired charades entertain our own private restlessness and sometimes, introspective, half-believe that we could be released.
We venture to the ocean's edge to witness waves crash and break. Absolute freedom. We consider - would it be possible to harness the energy of a wave?
We would be surprised, perhaps, obliged to help construct a fragile reconciliation of the world unto itself.
These doors are heavy doors. It leaves me wanting more, and more.
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