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  • I look across the water at all the bright lit boxes of the buildings.

    I know that there are many people in the world who would like to put me in a bright box just like their bright box and who expect me to think their way, and act their way and be like them. So that they will always know me and have control by knowing I am just like them. Though people think the boxes are safe nice places where we can all be safe and among friends, I resist the limitation knowing it is their safety and happiness, not mine, they protect with the bright clean squares of known corners, beautifully lit to be just right. To shine upon the dark water and seem to obliterate the shadows.

    So perfect they say, but from my side of the water I can see that some have switched the lights off early and I wonder what it is that they know but wish they couldn't see. Or perhaps their switching off the light is their first attempt at living with unknown secrets around them.

    In between the lit boxes and myself is the dark water full of the swimming unknowns people fear, and very few can truly find a way to cross the water without being able to see into it and know everything.

    I get that. I understand. We should all make our own choices and who is to judge whether one side of the water or the other is the better place? But the side of the water across the river of unknown secrets is where I live. I know the path can never be fully illuminated. I carry only my inner light and whether bright or dim I walk my life picking my own footsteps to see what I can see.
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