Therapists say the core of us, from the defining moments of our youth, make up a great part of how we see ours lives throughout our whole existence through and into our growing “adulthood” until the day we die.
We all walk a path, and that path we walk sprung up to meet us whether we know it or not. Some have found that magical path and place among the trees where they know peace and a solid foundation under their feet as they tread a world still alien.
Most are not so fortunate whether you think they are or not.
Some of us walk it in seeming surety, with one foot right after the other; having all the answers to life at our lips and the tips of fingertips based on what came before. Those types outright scoff at times at those who don’t know all the answers or have it all together. They can truly be arrogant bastards; ridiculing the “underclassmen” saying they will never catch up.
((Secretly)) they know they do not know everything; no matter what they say. I have to imagine, that need in itself, to have to be sure all the time; it must drive them mad when their world falls apart at not knowing the answers when push comes to shove in their lives.
I truly do feel sorry for some of them. For I do believe that type of arrogance is needed in the world to get things done. Else many of us would be sitting on our hands saying woe is me and nothing else. But these types must pay the price at times when the chaos finds them in their own mind. For no one must see them weak you know.
Others of us walk in a meandering, stumbling, almost drunken course down a path where our footing is anything but sure. Always needing that tree to lean on, or that bush off the road to vomit up our urges and failings behind.
Yet, still they walk, for their is a determination in their lives that drives their legs into motion. They are not comatose. They are not in a vegetative state. They breath, they exhale, and they bring in life and let it out in small amounts. They evolve in their own course; through the volitions of some inner or external force which they cannot place, but it drives them, much like the arrogant ones above, that have already embraced a reality and be damned to anyone who stand in their way.
What else can they do in life but to try? And besides, they can’t look weak ; not to the arrogant ones that depend on them to prop them up from time to time when they speak.
Finally, there is that brow beaten soul. That lower than low. The one that goes home to sleep and sleep and dream and dream until the day has disappeared and night encapsulates and settles the debate of who has won that day, life or him or her.
They will not choose to try again the next day nor the next. Woe are they, to not even attempt. For that voice that once shouted has been muffled and thrown into a cage of the finest steel made. Never to be let out, never to be fed or watered, but instead to let whither and die in a lonely cage bound with a strength they gave away.
All because they believed they reached some end. Some place in their life they could not rectify, or redeem. Never realizing life is impartial, life goes on. So go on, life says go on, and don’t be afraid to look weak and go on.
Be that person you lied to yourself about that you told you could not be. This is a lesson for all three of you who walk the path you think you should.
See…the path before you. Just let yourself simply really truly see.
by Philip Wardlow 2016