I thought honesty was the best policy. Then I was told I talked too much. Now I have decided not to say anything. But I can’t live like that. I feel I may explode anytime if I don’t let it out. It is a chronic desire to let my mind wander into yours. I am not thinking at the moment, just doing. I may not want to be held accountable for what I have done in the void of my mind. I am as a baby born but I have secrets that I am about to reveal to you. If you look closely you would see what it all means, or what it is supposed to mean. If it means nothing to you doesn’t mean you are dumb. It may just be that we are not on the same frequency or wavelength. If you do get a message or meaning from it, then we may be alike in more than one way. Which is not such a bad thing considering the fact that you are beginning to find yourself in other people. People you may have never met or will ever meet except for the works they have done and stories you hear about them. So now that we have started trying hard not to be ourselves and the green on the other side makes our grass look yellow, we have accepted that we have to become better or more like someone else. We take the job of been a mirror, just reflecting other people and hoping that it is only the beautiful that make their way towards us. The reality is that as long as we remain mirrors, we will encounter some rather unpleasant images which we must, as a law of nature and must be obeyed. Some will not like the image they see and it is no fault of the mirror (you), but they still take it out on the mirror and at times leave it broken. The mirror is broken and sometimes it is beyond repair and no sane person, good looking or otherwise will want to approach such a mirror which is even more devastating. That is the fate of the mirror. Fragile, and broken. That is not the end of the story, a weapon is now born, and that is in the hands of the wrong person. The mirror has become a polyvalent entity and all because of the void. The mirror tells no lies and that is the end of it. The reward for its honesty.
Maybe honesty is the best policy, maybe we should say the truth at all times and let the truth do the job of setting us free. The price maybe steep, but the truth I know is bitter and it is that many people can not look into the mirror and stand their own reflection. And if the truth will bring about more destruction than bridge building in our own life time and the likely hood of it making things any better in the future is slim. Should we take that chance? Maybe.
I will only say what I know is true, but I will say it, first to myself, then The Truth will shine forth from within. So they will say I did not say it but I lived it…..
