230731 - Interdependence

I remember about 2 years ago, at the height of my despair, walking home from the dentist and passing through a group of children walking in the park. I can still hear the voices in my mind. My thoughts blended with their chatter, they were one and the same. There was no differentiation between their voices and my own mind, I could not see myself in their midst. I lost myself, completely. It serves as a powerful reminder of the causations we do not allow ourselves to see. Once again I am reminded. How can a buoy at sea not bob in tune with the waves? My vision falters with every passing night. The solitude that impregnated the mind was infused with the vibration of a different night sky. The crickets there play another melody, and the wind has yet to grow old. Looking up at the stars, all they show me is how little I know. If I could summon my courage I would scream out, my body ready to explode; instead a single tear runs down my cheek as I silently sigh in defeat. The Hero’s Journey is the one we all have to walk, and its culmination is the final twist as you look up from the pages of ink and see that it was all you ever were.