Wishing for the Unforeseen

Wishing for Honesty

Dawn slowly creeps up into the sky as everything we experienced comes back into view. The things we learned  yesterday reflect back upon our bodies and make us feel the things we forgot. In the distance the future places a hand on our minds to make us think about the things we will do with our lives. Or the things that will happen to us. The small distant whisper of what is creeps before us.

Trying hard, one can see. They can see everything they can to see the correct path that will lead  life to the complex and mostly desirable place.

First comes the sight. The one where everyone knows.

Second comes the action. The time when everything is being done.

Third comes the truth. It reveals the lies we put on to ourselves.

Fourth comes the end, and with it anyone can see what really is and if we can choose for our own to uphold the balance of good an to not become like the others. Fourth is really a choice to end.

All of the choices slowly get crowded together, making it hard to see the different things possible to achieve in life. I know that while all of the decisions go on around me it is hard to see what I must do to become myself. Or at least what I need to try.

Other people get in the way. They make one hurry and scuffle for something for the other one. It adds another distraction to the mix. As soon as the task is done to please the friend things seem to come together until the conversation begins. Until the complications begins.

"So have you heard the news?" Their voice sounds strange and unclear.

"No." The word no always comes out as a whisper, almost a squeak.

"I never thought I would be the one to tell you ..." The sounds of the voice get muddled as the thoughts of the one mind start to think. Or rather pause in the awe of the everything.  

"But Ronni died." The voice was barely audible. For there were too many things in the way of making one's own emotions feel. The friends face was full of tears. It was sad and heart broken and the thing that the mind could not do was except the fact that a helper in the line of grief had died to such things as their own.

And yet another thing happened to block such greatness. And yet again the one and truly stands alone in a tail spinning whole.

Flooding begins to rise and splash over the dark and stormy horizon. The waves of wrath and exploding emotions begin to tear away all of the tall pride buildings. It washes away anything that was beginning to feel grounded once again. Everything falls apart again ... just like the last time. Soon enough one begins to drown and with it one can never fully recover.

Millennia passes as the dark tides creep back into their holes while dragging the wreckage of all the hope that had been built. As everything is built back up again the thoughts of peace begin to creep while, unfortunately, another dark event begins to start among the stirred emotions and feelings. This time the event will be hidden with the most trusted ally in world and the one that is closest to the heart. They will hurt you and they will tear your life apart once again because they held their tongue.

Which is better? Lies or agony of the real world?

Wishing for honesty is wishing for nothing hidden in the journey so one might succeed without casualties. Without complications that trample the clear way, the dark times can also bring us the most for the good times. What would life be without the dark times?