Universal

As a species we are incredibly adaptable, but at our most private roots we are all set in stone. I’m a firm believer in self discovery and an advocate of cognitive therapy, but I still believe that it can only lead to self awareness and at best self acceptance. There are people who move through life constantly pushing boulders out of their way instead of looking up and seeing the reasons why they are seemingly always in their path. There are people who dance in a figure of eight of infinity and all the while wonder why they can’t move from their worn path. There are people that choose the wrong path in the hope of constantly becoming lost in the hope of being found. There are people that always find them. We are an incredibly complicated lot stitched together with the simplest of threads. Under the layers of who we all are, people like to talk of common goals and desires as if it’s a universal thing. Surely under all these different shapes and flavours and skins we are all made up of the same light inside. They say love is universal yet how can anyone umbrella an emotion that can represent itself in the most tremendous and terrifying ways? Is love as revered when it is twisted with a darker light? As to many people that pure white love only exists in someone else’s fantasy. There is many that love hate with an intensity that generates a light all of its own. Is this also universal? Are we all striped with a dark and light side? I don’t believe in purity in the same way I cannot accept evil. I believe in a thousand choices, hundreds of consequences and just pure dumb luck. I do not believe that we were all created equal as the very concept of a level playing field defies the laws of the universe. We cannot have strong without a weak, a wise without a fool and success without someone’s inevitable failure. Someone’s pain and struggle is a direct fall out of my comfort and ease. This is just life in this constant comic book battle of the haves and have nots. This will not change just as the pawns that play on its board will not. We are an incredibly refined lot stitched together with the coarsest of hessian. We can achieve the impossible yet completely miss the possibilities right in front of us. We play with technology like the great puppet OZ yet we still can’t find our way home. We can say the most astounding things to millions with beautiful poise and grace yet remain silent to the faces that create the beauty in our lives every day. How incredible we are. How incredibly dumb we are. We look to the past in search of a future and read scripted lines and walk blocked out directives as if something is mocking us from above. We find a million reasons not to yet still struggle to find one good reason to. To be here. Now. In the right place. At the right time. With the right skin. Bursting with a light that ignites us. We are an incredibly rich nation stitched together with bankrupt hearts. We talk about change like its possible yet we insist on the road most traveled. We talk and talk and talk some more. We shake our fist to the skies in the hope it is not as empty as the earth we walk upon and the souls with insist are there. The captivating sequence of the sun lulls us into a belief that things are moving forward yet it’s been spinning on the same axis for millions of years. This is incredibly dark stitched together with barely a light at all. I hope my dark this evening is providing the light in your day, as my day will start soon enough and more than ever I need that light to ignite me from within.