That useless box

It sits on its shelf, covered in dust and under used. Because I can find more titillating experiences outside, one on one conversation, riding at night and catching glimpses of the half moon in my mirror. I have no need to stay caged in this prison, watching pretend life on TV. Papers say I owe. I will spend 30 years paying off this prison. And for what?

Someone asked me today, "What matters?".... I'll tell you what  matters. Friends. Friends who would do for you what you would do for them. Friends who give something - bring something to the table. When you walk away from them with more than you had before, that's a good indication that you are going to evolve with them in your life. What else matters? Being happy and as free as possible. Not being a robot, at the beckoning finger of society, in your tight-collared environment... all so you can have a fast car and a $400,000 house on a cul-de-sac. What about having a soul? A unique personality? It is not fair to hold others to the standards that we set for ourselves. If we love each other, it's because we accept each other for who we are and what we bring to each others' lives. Otherwise, what's the fucking point?

So, I get home and pass over the TV remote. I go straight for the red lights, the Nag Champa and the music.... Because after my beautiful ride home at night, with the half moon in my mirror and the smell of sweetgrass in my nose, why would I want to destroy that experience with something inferior?

I sit, and I remember something that was told to me years ago by a friend who is a nurse for terminally ill cancer patients. A the 'jumping off point', she said everyone always says that what they look back on is the people they've met and the places they've been.

Everything else is just filler.

Two Wolves

On Decisions....

I went to the Oconaluftee River and I asked it to carry me where I needed to go. "Come to the center", said The River.

But there I stood. "I am tired of climbing!", I said, and I walked further into the current of the river. There, I was invited to balance on one of 2 rocks. To my left was a soft, round stone, worn smooth by much erosion and turbulence. "I'm going to fall off this stone! It may be damaged and slippery!" To my right was a rock with noticeably less wear and tear, having been closer to the shore. It seemed less damaged, and I thought I could be safer on this rock since it was closer to the shore and had traction. But I could not decide. So I balanced myself upon them both. My right foot went right up on the stone with less erosion, my left, I carefully placed with a little fear onto the smooth stone that had been in the middle of the river, tossed by the currents. But it seemed so beautiful beneath my bare skin and held my foot firmly in place.

The river ran on. I looked up and asked for answers to troubling questions. The Sky laughed and told me I was doing fine. "But I don't feel fine", I said. I am uncomfortable here. I slipped a little, trying to balance on this inconsistent surface of the right rock. The River Ran on. The sun shined. The trout swam past me. I started losing my balance as the currents felt stronger..... the trout said.... "Why do you insist on standing on two rocks?"

"I could not decide. The left rock invited both feet, but I feared it would not truly sustain me!"

The trout laughed and swam on.

I asked again. "River! Please, help me choose my path! I am so confused!"

"First, you must open your eyes!", spoke the waters.

A wind blew past and pushed on my body..... Right Stone tipped and my right foot slipped off. I climbed back onto the jagged rock. "I can't imagine what you mean!" .... the River laughed.

I turned to a friend, who was sitting on a smooth worn rock in the middle of the water. It held her above the water and gave her a comfortable place to sit. I called out "I'm getting nothing here!"

She laughed with the sky, the river and the trout. I felt discouraged. "What am I doing wrong?"

The wind said "when I blew you over, was not your left foot held firm by the smooth worn rock which you fear?"

"well... I guess it was!"

The sky said "is not the smooth worn rock a consistent support?"

"Well.... it has been, sure!"

The River said, "Is not the smooth worn rock staying in place, while the less worn rock moves at the slightest push or pull?"

"....yes."

Then The river said "You know the answer already". And they sent me home.