.its.all.happening.
There you are, standing in the middle of a room and you're watching people walk through, one by one, saying the strangest things and making the strangest sounds.
You see some you like, some you don’t. You hear some that sound wonderful, some that sound miserable. You ask a few of them to stay a while, but shortly after realize that their initial face was only a costume, and up close you can see the layers that you thought were all real.
You decide to stop watching this trail of endless disappointment and you turn around to face a wall. The wall is white and free of false voices and you have a minute to gather your thoughts. You think of yourself and how alright you are just looking at a reflectionless wall. You begin to see who you are, where you are going, what mistakes you made, what amazing things could be. It’s all about you and your own sense of self and not who can give you an identity but what identity you have owned all along.
You realize that you don’t need anyone to say the right thing or make the right move or paint pictures of what they think you want to see. You just need someone to stand beside you, look at their own reflectionless wall, and maybe stay there, standing beside you, forever.
That is what I have always wanted to meet, although I never knew it until I found it, and he stood beside me, not trying to tell me who I am, or what I should be, but just holding my hand, watching what I am, and wondering what we could be.
You see some you like, some you don’t. You hear some that sound wonderful, some that sound miserable. You ask a few of them to stay a while, but shortly after realize that their initial face was only a costume, and up close you can see the layers that you thought were all real.
You decide to stop watching this trail of endless disappointment and you turn around to face a wall. The wall is white and free of false voices and you have a minute to gather your thoughts. You think of yourself and how alright you are just looking at a reflectionless wall. You begin to see who you are, where you are going, what mistakes you made, what amazing things could be. It’s all about you and your own sense of self and not who can give you an identity but what identity you have owned all along.
You realize that you don’t need anyone to say the right thing or make the right move or paint pictures of what they think you want to see. You just need someone to stand beside you, look at their own reflectionless wall, and maybe stay there, standing beside you, forever.
That is what I have always wanted to meet, although I never knew it until I found it, and he stood beside me, not trying to tell me who I am, or what I should be, but just holding my hand, watching what I am, and wondering what we could be.