Friday, May 13, 2011
The Future Mirror
Standing on the edge of the fields, I dig a little further as my shovel finally taps on that buried treasure. This has got to be it! I exclaim to myself. I continue to unearth the lost familiar object as I realize it is just what I’ve been looking for. The object holds another truth in a series of lies. Maybe this is the one that will get me into the future. I run like a child through the field. Excited at the prosperity and hope that this treasure may hold as I run with glee towards the future.
BAM!! I fall to the ground stunned. Tears begin to swell as I turn to look at the huge mirror that I've run into again that stops my progression into the future. Always reflecting back to the past, with no way through or around. I am trapped. I hang my head defeated with no strength to carry through again. I see my reflection along with my entire past and all the miles I have come through. It is daunting. It is crushing.
The mirror is too thick, wide and high to destroy. Every time I find another truth among the landscape of my past, I hope it is to be the last. My time has always been limited. I have never had a future, except finding these gifts of honesty, but I have never been able to get through this wall of reflection.
I stare at the haunted girl. The only place where present and past meet and offer my gift anyhow like a sacrifice to the gods. A healing takes place of imminent proportions and for a moment there is peace, and I smile at the girl. Look how far you have come. Then knowing the routine all too well, the hope is forgotten as I begin to walk back into the fields to dig once more.
The walk is painful and full of sorrow, the only hope now is finding the secret that may end this long journey. While I have notice that the walks are getting shorter and I can almost see the future staring back at me, it is of little encouragement as my shovel hit’s the dirt. My toil carries on, searching in the far recesses of my mind for an idea that has never existed.