wisdom

Does my perpetual enmity leave you exasperated?

Am I too harsh?
Do you often find my rants and criticisms vexatious?

Have I offended you, or your race, religion, national origin, color, sex, age, veteran status, or disability lately? Do my words pierce your ears like blunt daggers slowly pressed to your skull? Are my opinions rather dull, simply rubbish or nonsensical to you? Would you choose my silence over unimaginable fortune?

If you have answered yes to any of these questions, then I have consummated our relationship and we can press on, in a more reasonable fashion.

I often find myself scrutinized for my lack of tact or self control when opening my mouth. It seems that I am repeatedly described as arrogant, aloof, presumptuous, conceited, cheeky, pretentious, pompous and by far grandiloquent in nature. However, I consistently disagree and can find a dozen excuses as to why my passionate response to your existence, belief or ideal resonates monumental reverberation on my part. I believe that my indignation for certain aspects of human culture or behavior is justified by opinion. I am entitled to powerful judgments by fault of free speech and thought, as are the opinions of others whom I am in disharmony with.

I concur, I can be unrelenting in my judgments.
Although my intentions are virtuous, I swear… often.

I simply have strong convictions.

Or perhaps, I spend so much time gazing at the outside world – I have lost sight of my own soul and infinitesimal existence. Have I been absorbing the thoughts and words of others to the point of destroying my self view? Am I only now ascending? Am I only now opening my eyes to see more than just the world around me, but sharing my world view with you? Do you [the reader] think that perhaps this experience that we are sharing, this tug of war of wit and friction is in fact the very enlightenment we both seek?

Perhaps we should all gaze upon ourselves and see that within all of us is kindness, love and affection in some form. Our principles are based on our interaction with others and they are ever changing. Imaginably, we all have the ability to evolve emotionally and socially – to a common point.

What I am trying to say is, I may hate the things you do you sometimes, and you will hate me some of the time… but why can’t we all just get along?

‘Cate’

In a private cottage, a man sits quietly before a fire. His head hangs low as he stares at the scuffed wooden floor, worn by passing strangers over many years. A sadness appears to consume him, while guests, travelers and friends speak softly around him. This lonely man who sits on this bench, is me.

A woman approaches him softly and reaches into her long dark coat. He looks up at her and she takes three small candles wrapped in long forgotten beliefs from her pocket. She places in his hand the charred remains of an ancient scroll. Dropping the spent candles to the floor, she sits down so very close to him.

“What do you expect me to do now? Where will I go, now that I know the truth in all things?” she whispers.

He stares at her and quietly says, “You will move on, as we all have. You will see the new truth as it comes to pass.” He pauses and reflects upon his words, “Just promise me you won’t forget this, you won’t forget us.”

She wraps herself around his arm and leans in close to his face, “How can I?” she says as she moves, so very slowly and kisses him tenderly on his cheek.

She stands and begins to walk away, but stops suddenly and turns to him,

“But what do you expect me to do now?”

He looks down in his hand, a glimpse of silver catches the light from the object he holds. He looks up to her and says, “Live forever…”