Friday, March 01, 2013

Crystal Ball

Perhaps there are people who are content with their lot in life. I don't know any. I wouldn't want to be one such. Those of the people I know are restless, easily irritable, inspired, inspiring, maverick, artists, people who want to live and feel and burn. We are all constantly searching for something. Maybe a lot of us wouldn't want to find it, whatever it is that we are searching for, because then we would become content, and that would be death. We look for that which makes us want to live, to do what we want to do. 

You don't always know what you want to do, but sometimes, in the middle of something that you have to do, no matter how uninspiring, you get a glimpse of that little thing, a quick singe on the soul, a fire that burns and burns and makes you want to let yourself go. It is a glimpse of the devil, for you see what could be possible, for you see how you could and what would make you happy. It is a fire dance that will burn you slowly and reduce you to cinders. But for a magical, seductive second, you see into the misty glass bowl and see how it could be. 

Then there is no going back to the fireless, hurtless cocoon you flew out of, in pursuit of that seductive second of possibility.

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