I don’t know how to express it properly, this feeling about the world. I find that out there, there are so many ways that people act, ways that are only a shadow of something else, someone else’s purpose and rational. An act that a merely a motion in a machine of how people believe the world should be or just is. The process we go to for learning how the world works keep us confined in the way we might have learned to be right. It keeps us on in a perpetual motion towards and an end goal that we do not understand. These actions we participate in, do we truly believe in their message or is it just a lesson we are not to question. This basis for how we act is in direct relation to how to feel within. So if there is something we do that is so incongruent to what we believe we create a resonance within ourselves, a detachment from our action and have to rationalize behavior we might not even truly understand ourselves.
We subtract the resources of our personality and use it the brick and mortar to build a wall around our hearts. The problem with a wall is that it is a fixed thing, a settling down in space for the long night ahead. It becomes hardened, a separate piece from ourselves as we hope to cultivate the fertile land of the being within. A wall works both ways, though, it might keep the danger out, but it also keeps us in. The higher the wall that we build, the more labyrinthian we create our protection, the more we isolate ourselves from the outside world. There then is a sense of irony as we build the wall to keep others out but inside is a quiet hope for people to come in.
We can’t assume that someone will come to break down those barriers, find their way through the labyrinth and finally be able to share in harvest in your heart that you so meticulously sowed. We have to act, spend time leaving the confines these castle walls and explore the world in a way we feel is right. We must have the courage to act as at times we feel we must, not worried about how it might look or seem. To ask the important questions about why these walls are there in the first place. Our spirit asked not to be confined, so keep those doors open and keep our curiosity strong. One day I hope for the vine and weeds overtake the wall, return it to the earth, allow to see this rich land all around. A land that we freely wander in our own way, and see with eyes unclouded, it’s beautiful out there, and wall only stands in the way of that. It’s then we must realize that the only way we can truly be free is to believe in what we do and do what we belive.