Many Mirrors

Although I believe that the looking glass reflects a lie, I also believe that seeing self in others does not.  When we see past the skin into the depth, we find our common ground in the essence.  Ergo, the eyes lie too.  Feel.  Feel with all that you have and when you do you will find you have a heart for others as you can see yourself within them.  You don’t have to know the person to feel them.  Hell, feelings come through various means and IF you are open enough, you will see the various connections.  You will feel their pain, joy, heart, love, hate, life et cetera.  Balance comes from walking in their shoes.  We all have walked in many shoes.  Some shoes are tight and some are loose.  The fit depends on the experience and the experience comes in DEGREES.  A degree is also a matter of perspective.  A paper cut to one may feel like the loss of an arm to another.  Yet to the one who lost an arm, understanding about a paper cut can be had.

Truth.  Ah!  What a beautiful word.  As much as truth hurts, use it and use it consistently for within truth there is freedom.  Within freedom there is life and value.  Truth can turn a sea of chaos into to tranquil waters that reflect warmth and love.

Hurt...pain–of these I am all too familiar.  Very recently, I opened a wound to give a view of a tiny speck of pain that I had experienced.  However, what was said could not compare to what I was reliving nor what I was feeling.  I am thankful for the pain.  You see, in my world I rely on memories of horror that are all too real.  Thus, in recalling the worst part(s) of my past and knowing I lived through it/them, I can handle anything.  That is not to say that I don’t feel pain in the now, I just know how to relieve myself of it as I am a SURVIVOR.

If I must, I will reiterate that only I can hurt me at this point as I can ALLOW or DISALLOW pain to affect me.  Only I can take myself down, but I love me too much.  I am responsible for my actions/inactions.  I am analytical and critical in my thought process and to this I am grateful.  To anyone who wishes to hurt me, be my guest you would have to compete with my memories and those can’t be beat unless you kill me.  Then again, I would thank you for doing so as you would release me from my holding cell and send me out into infinity!

I am following the real and disbanding the surreal.  However, what is real/surreal to one may be inverse to another.  Then again, at what level(s) are these transpiring on and where are they transpiring?  Realize I do not write for the reader.  I write for MYSELF!  ~ Maggie ~ December 12, 2008 @ 8:42 p.m. EST.