This is an open letter to you listening to this now. However you came across this, this is dedicated entirely to you. When we first looked at what our world had become it was easy to count the deaths of our loved ones on our fingers and toes. It was easy to wake up half drunk on bad decisions we’ve made and log on to the world and post a thought. In the better part of the 21st century this is how we’ve come to manifest our every opinion. Post. Delete. Comment. Repeat. We create finite proof of our intelligence and our every ignorance. Virtually constructed versions of ourselves would leave the truth misconstrued. Confused by our direction we’ve turned up lost with no map or compass, just an automated voice to say turn left, turn right. You’re destination has arrived. And funny you might think, how algorithms and pre recorded voices became who we could confide in. How have they known our path? How funny you may think as you hear this, that our savior no longer lives on crosses or in temples but rather online. In some space matrix between 01010101010101 when you’re the only one in the mirror who are you? Or who have you become. We’re just washed up gentlemen and lady’s. Only hold the door open wide enough for our heads to fit in. And what’s to make of the ashes after all our bridges have been burned to light the way. So I have to ask how dark is it in the tomb we’ve berried ourselves in underneath all the truth we thought was to heavy to carry. I agree the weight of the world is a burden but you see all blessings are when you carry it alone. I implore you to find the strength behind your cage of a chest. May your heart beat be a warm drum, may your every step be stomps of love and when you look to find yourself I hope you realize you’ve been hiding from you all along. At least hide and go seek, you would always be found. So what’s of skipping rocks and making wishes in wells rather than clicks of validations of the perfect image of your self. Can you count your thank yous and if so you’re not giving thanks enough. I think it’s a miracle I opened my eyes today. And the first breath I took sent chills down my spine. Maybe I’m just whispering into the wind. At least this prayer may shake the leaves on your tree. Just grow up and out. And when your seasons change remember where you’re rooted. If you’re heart can’t download anymore just reboot it. Let go of the hard drive you’ve been stuck in ever since you determined success was in the amount of traffic your post got. It’s all just post traumatic stress built up. Your plates full but you’re still worried there will never be enough. Enough. The truth is a lot to chew up and swallow. It’s hard to digest but that’s just food for thought and perhaps that won’t sit well in your stomach. I hate to spoil dessert but if you just feed your soul a little you’d realize how sweet this life could be. And when you wash it all down I hope you see your glass as half full. So if you’re reading this, I hope you know you’re loved and that you’re a warrior with a heart for a weapon.
Sincerely,
Your reflection