07 December 2008
There is, There are
)Published on December 7th, 2008 @ 06:55:08 pm, using 308 words, 97 views
There’s Everest to climb if you sit still and allow enough days to pile up. Everest or something along those lines. Something that may be closer to a hill but assumes the shape and size of Everest before it reaches your eyes. Or something that by virtue of being Everest cuts you down to size, triggers your pessimism, your sense of helplessness and shuts down the machinery in the factory of you. The unannounced quiet that comes to pervade this factory of you, that pushes you against a wall, its massive hand on your throat, keeping you motionless and helpless (but with an inexplicable, loving twist) - that quiet is there to lead you on a voyage first to the center and then the bottom line of you, down to the tiniest bolts that hold the machinery together. ‘There is purpose to this place,’ everything seems to tell you, even your eyes. But there’s also Everest to climb. There are wrong turns, there is getting lost, there is finding hope, false and true. There’s second guessing. There’s sorrow and pride. There’s going back to a place of origin called Scratch. There are bags full of things destined for a dumpster or the air off a coast somewhere or that wind gust that promises to leave no stone unturned. There are things meant to be gone and others meant to replace them. Days come and go like waves washing up the shore, bringing and taking, messing up and cleaning in turns and shifts. And I keep looking for the inexistent certainty that what is unfolding… rolling out before me is that blessed, also inexistent arrow-shaped rug pointing to the right path.
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