Searching for the Voice in the Wilderness

Very few things remain in a state of purity as you get older. Fewer still are the things you want to keep that way over time. People don't seem to want to talk about the workings of their own heart, the truths they hold in their minds. Maybe the acquired day to day habits of societal roles and instinctive tendencies to social self preservation get in the way. But every now and then, you want to break free. You want that breath of fresh air. You want life. All that boxed up fastfood junk is just another type of dying.

If you found that breath of air, that wellspring of everflowing water, would you not try to care for it as best you could? Keep it pure from this world you know to be corrupt? Would it not be wise to make sure that the hope you found is guarded much more than any of your other possessions?

Such a difficult line to walk. Already so many roads laid out before me yet none of them inspire my feet to walk on them with confidence. There must be a path that is not made my the hands and minds of men. They want me to trade the the symphony I hear from the distance for the noisy clangs of their mouths and propaganda. They want me to trade the few true things I have for a statistic and public ceremony.

Maybe I am a fool. But I think a greater fool than I would be one who falls into a hole they just crawled out from. Maybe I still don't understand. But is moving towards the ways of other men without my understanding better than my hesitation to decipher truth and good company?

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"We need to find the courage to say NO to the things and people that are not serving us if we want to rediscover ourselves and live our lives with authenticity." - Barbara De Angelis