Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting the same result. To not step away, to not take an others word, and walk the steps on an already beaten path, is to live in a world you ignore. The beautiful world around you, you care not to look, to experience, because you are too busy making circles in your path. I'd expect, if nothing less, someone help me see my feet are bloody, that maybe I need some shoes then point me to a wash to clean my sole. I know, because it's not not logical to think, that everything in the world is already known; and then ever further, known to my Self.
When you are on a road, hands grasped to the wheel of life, do you take the way that leads you to the place you've been so many times before, the place that leaves you lost and broken every time. Or do you set aside fear of the unknown and take that risk that could lead you to the tree of life? Where exactly you turn does not matter, what road you decide to take has no impact, because as long as it's a new road you can give your Self that chance, a chance.
I've come from love, I've come from nothing more but it could be nothing less. If I ever wanted to do anything but help, I wouldn't bother to open my mouth. Faith though, I see, is not your strong point, it's not your point at all.
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