We humans can really be so odd; lacking
such foresight, while grappling with what path we’re on.
So often we lose sight entirely of the
relationships or events that will come to a close, if we persist in avoiding
them this time; then this time, then this,
Never fully understanding that each
choice, each day, of unconnectedness leads us further from the possibility in
the future.
And so we wander along, dingwats, creating
what we shall walk into without even realizing it. Without pausing to come to
consciousness at the consequence of our choice.
In this way, relationships fade. They
deteriorate. The ‘oh, not quite right’ or the ‘just too hard’ becomes the
terrain of the careful aware choices we have made, to no longer go to that
place, or connect with that person, because truly it does not fit.
How we create our own future of what does
fit is another thing, and a tawdry one, often.
Because we search for that which is
enlivening, or gratifying. That which acknowledges what we wish to include in
our perception. I wonder if any time in history has held groups of humans with
such self-centric views of what they most want to spend their time doing, and
with whom.
Tiny circles, we are creating, of tiny
experiences, with those who are most like us, or who favor looking only at that
which we are most comfortable, and naught else.
Tidy,
tiny lives lived alone in avoidance of the messy, the noisy, the inconvenient,
or the erasable.
And then the moment for knowing others
moves, the window closes.
When we look back, waiting for the
entreaties to continue, unsubdued; for the messages and the reaching out to
fall short of our own self, turned away, why there is no more.
We awaken, surprised, wondering where the
yearning ones went. Only to find possibility fled; slammed shut, the invitation
gone, for good.
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