Looked at, but not seen. Heard, but not listened to. Present, but ignored. Living. Breathing. Sentient. Vital. Unnoticed. Who am I? I am any person, any day, who wants to get off the treadmill and run for real...but doesn't know how to stop the machine. For some, the "off" button is seemingly hidden...in plain sight. Ironically, we can easily see other's buttons, and wonder why they don't just push it...yet we can't. See. Our. Own.
It is only when we feel blindly, almost feebly along the unseen edge that we find what we seek. It's scary to press that button, because we are fully aware that once we do, we can no longer blame this inanimate thing for our lack of progress. We comprehend then, that life, from this point forward, is what we make of it. A step or two here. A glance there. And each movement takes us farther away from what was never really safe. That treadmill of sameness that fools us in to thinking we are living a real life, when in fact, we're walking the same steps, over and over.
Real life does not go at a smooth, steady pace, nor does it stretch before us with the smoothness of a wide belt, whose speed is varied by a mere touch to the controls. Real life has hills, mountains, valleys, rivers, oceans, jagged outcroppings, and once in a very great while, brief patches of tolerably smooth paths. Find the button. Shut down the machine. Walk the path of real life...and discover what it is to truly live.
It is only when we feel blindly, almost feebly along the unseen edge that we find what we seek. It's scary to press that button, because we are fully aware that once we do, we can no longer blame this inanimate thing for our lack of progress. We comprehend then, that life, from this point forward, is what we make of it. A step or two here. A glance there. And each movement takes us farther away from what was never really safe. That treadmill of sameness that fools us in to thinking we are living a real life, when in fact, we're walking the same steps, over and over.
Real life does not go at a smooth, steady pace, nor does it stretch before us with the smoothness of a wide belt, whose speed is varied by a mere touch to the controls. Real life has hills, mountains, valleys, rivers, oceans, jagged outcroppings, and once in a very great while, brief patches of tolerably smooth paths. Find the button. Shut down the machine. Walk the path of real life...and discover what it is to truly live.
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