There you were, bursting with joy! Hurrah! Then there they were, aggressively bursting your joy! No, blitzkrieging your joy. Stealing your joy. Raping your joy. Clobbering your joy. Beating breathless your joy. Killing your joy. Eventually.
What?!?! The huge disparity? The Theory of “Polarity” at play?
I find it so unthinkable, so puzzling, so mind-boggling, how some people practically loathe and despise the happiness of others, as if it were malaria, as if it were a much-dreaded incurable disease, as if it were the proverbial plague to avoid.
It makes me wonder beyond comprehension why some people actually “die” at the “birth” or even more interestingly, at the “rebirth” of others. Just when others see the silver lining, just when they wish over the rainbow, just when they hope against all odds, just when they work their asses off, just when they have a new lease on life, just when they renegotiate with life on their own terms, just when they firm their footing on land, just when they regain their bearings at sea, just when they steady their heading in the air.
Oh, help my mind see through their twisted compass.
And when my thoughts swing to the opposite side of the pendulum, I wonder again.
Why are some people “born” or insanely “reborn” at the “death” of others? “Misery loves company”, they say. Well, I say misery is a sick bitch that needs a lot of guidance, advice, counseling, healing, restoration, and “enlightened rebirth”. I mean, what mind, what heart, what being would actually celebrate the loss, the defeat, the pain, the devastation, the storm, the tornado, the avalanche, the sickness, the death of others?
Oh, help my mind see through their twisted “True North”.
Passion overtakes me as I embrace the precious gift of free will. Yes, we always have a choice. We all do.
It’s a given, though. We will never be able to control all the forces. Well, who would even want to do that anyway? That would be tiringly impossible. But we can proactively shape the next steps, the next scenes, the next scenarios, the next chapters.
As I mull over these mysteries, a script plays in my head.
You smiled. They cried. Then what? You cried. They smiled. Then what?
The answer lies in the door. It’s as simple as the more they’ll see of you …….. or no more. ❤️