An old friend Carl Richardson) posted this quote by apparently an unknown author,
“…you see the true color of a person when you are no longer beneficial in their life…”
Rather than traipsing through the jaded past, this set me off to thinking (as I do), I asked myself…am I beneficial? What color am I, what color are you…or am I blind to both?
We create the fiction of another’s life within our own and we walk around our own world as if it was theirs too. We imagine the ghost on an empty stage is real…and that we are real to them. People do not step out of their own lives and into ours, nor do we leave our own; we are slow moving satellites in orbits which take forever to cross again. Why are we such puzzled star gazers?
If we feel lost, confused or alone on the journey, it is only because we let our own lights go dim… we become colorless IF the colors of others is all we seek. We are of no benefit to others EVER, if not to ourselves ALWAYS. You don’t need a “mirror” to see your own reflection; the former is the illusion – your reflection is your self-consciousness. You need only light.
Why so much time with the ghost, than ourselves, with the mirror and not the reflection, why do we romantics toil with non-fictionalizing fiction? You’re in a human world, it’s okay, so’s everyone else – who’s not human to say differently?
Love is a victimless crime, and as repeat offenders it’s inevitably a life sentence. No chance of rehabilitation and those with an attitude find themselves in long spells of solitary confinement. So, I’m amused how we spend more time falling out of love, rather than in.
How futile…Looking for other human colors, when the light of our own life is off.
Glowing is like… falling out of darkness.
