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Someone once said...  I always thought that if one stayed strong and abided by one’s inner core being – one’s righteous conscience to treat all living beings as they would want to be treated, my world – my life and ultimately those who exist within my circle of influence, would always remain safe, protected and spared from the calamity of life, unscrupulous dealings and situations that can invade one’s life – that change it at a moment’s notice, to the benefit of the takers. One’s integrity and honour to do right by others – one’s honesty to tell the truth in any situation – one’s belief that the process of natural order and balance would always exist in the great scheme of things…I thought. And the world would eventually reward you for your kindness, love and efforts to go the extra mile – would be seen favorably by the God’s and rewarded for what it is – due care and consideration for others. A hard lesson to learn at my age, but one that still persists, to evade me. I do not know, why I believe the world is ultimately – at its core – filled with goodness – an unlimited supply of positivity that will always ‘be’ – so long as one chooses to believe. Rose-tinted glasses some might say… But does believing always have to ‘be’ – as a miracle? Is belief only believable if it inhabits a fantasy world and never the world in which we exist? Does belief in the goodness of others only prevail, if one has goodness in one’s soul – in one’s innate set of character traits? Do those traits not exist in others? Are those traits always seen as disposable, unworthy, and not to be given one’s time, because they no longer apply to the world ~ the society, in which we live? Have values – honour of one’s being become that disposable that only preservation of self comes at the expense and downfall of others? We teach our children to look out for others; to consider their feelings; to be kind; do not use harsh words with one another; to always tell the truth – but something happens around the teen years…  Children grow up – they leave their fantasy world behind, where everything is safe, untouchable, filled with the belief of and in - friends – real or imaginary who are always there for them to make them feel better; a fantasy world where anything is possible; where dreams feel so real, so believable, you wish it would never end.
What a wonderful escape it is, but one that begs the question – if the fantasy world exists as kindness, love, doing good by others, telling the truth and where dreams come true, because you could believe – is the world in which we live as adults (where we know right from wrong) where we aspire to become the very best versions of ourselves, even possible? If human beings can only tell the truth in the fantasy world – only there, love with entire heart – only there, have compassion for others; only there, see true honour of self – to never harm another living being… Is the world chasing something ethereal…something unachievable? Are true compassion, kindness, truth, trust and honour only fantasy - a myth, a tale, a storybook fable we tell our kids, because we know the world is not like that? We know the world lies; it cheats; it steals; it kills; it hates. It does not believe. Why not?  Image - Sketa Oz We forget - our childhood – Poo-bear, Thumbelina and Buzz Lightyear; forget the very ones who were there for us growing up. Characters that stood by us through thick and thin – who never changed and were always there; either waiting in the shadows in a forgotten corner of the bedroom, or in an empty box under the stairwell or bed. 🦸♂️ Characters that lived and breathed substance into our being and gave meaning to our lives; that which helped us wade through every cragmire of life and taught us how to swim through the mud – to find clear waters just waiting for us, beyond our pool of tears. They did not ask for anything; just waited patiently between the pages of a story; those wonderful living characters that leapt from the minds of authors – that found their way into our hands, heart and soul. Characters that became so immortalized and treasured as an essential part of who we became, how we paused to dream and play with the elements of life. 📖  Image - Unsplash.com - creative common Yet, somewhere along the way, we outgrew that imagination – stopped believing in the magic and miracles. I cannot say the exact point in time when a person’s mind decides that dreaming is no longer worthy enough to hold, hope upon and to carry us off to distant lands and exciting escapades.
Because it is not the mind of a child that forgets – it is the demands and expectations of society that tell us to forget – tell us it is not real or that it is not the way dreams come to life. Childhood gets taken from us and sadly, we become part of the system – a cog in the machine that expects every one of us to perform in suits, ties and stilettos – carrying a burden of papers we could not really care about, but we are told we have to… A system that expects us to forgo what made us who we are. …A childhood that gets sold to the regiment of life; to the highest bidder, with the best wages and conditions. And…nine times out of ten, we submit, become subservient to what a ‘normal’ life is supposed to look like. Have you seen my childhood? ☃️💞
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