It’s funny when you think on our lives as one elongated story. Many chapters are the boring ones filled with mundane details outlining our struggles, and what happened along the way with the roster of people assigned to help and those who hurt. Also included are the other chapters containing the horror of your life and those assigned to help and hurt. It’s a big book, your book of life. Yes, it has pictures!

Many once they understand the nature of this book begin a process of trying to “fix it” Awww the struggle for an editor, when needing help with the ever popular, “I’m going to rewrite the narrative”.

Can we edit out that which we do not want to remember?

And, Is it possible that people who make promises, think that there is an edit button and with one push the story they told can be changed or modified to make them look good.

“No I really loved you at one time, it’s not you, I had a change of heart and no courage to tell you.”

Being accountable for your word, not necessary out loud. But what at the review of your book on your last day? Can you plead your case for the rewrite, can you pretend to the overlord that you didn’t mean it, or you know, I was joking…….Does the overlord who reviews your book have a sense of human or humor?

It makes me think of the teacher who when approached after protesting to their efficacy as a teacher said one thing and did another. This teacher like so many, hides behind the word spiritual as if it were a veil we can’t see through. This teacher teaches the wrong thing while thousands hold veils over their eyes and ears, opening their pockets all while nodding their bent heads soaking it up, because its said by the teacher..

It makes me think of, The priests…the preachers…those who claimed to KNOW

It makes me think of parents who can’t love the children they bring into the world, nor be bothered by them. And refuse to be remotely honest about it.

It makes me think on the people who live like they are the only one, and we are here for them.

It makes me think on the humans who believe this world is ours, or theirs, depending on who you are. Still believing man to be the top of the food chain.

I don’t like being lied to, or cheated. I don’t like that I have to mistrust everyone now. I don’t like this world I will grow old upon. I do not like that standing on the backs of others is the choice most will make to get ahead.

And keeping your word is a joke and being spiritual means you sell access to your dark God covered in what ever skin covering makes it sell better.

Are you kidding me..

Oh there’s more to this story and now I have to choose the words to get it out. Maybe it’s time to think on exposing these fake teachers, and others. Why hide behind embarrassment and shame? Are you kidding me with that…………

The one joy of adulting is truth, the one thing lacking is truth

Are you kidding me. It’s not a question any more