Comtemplative

Parable #1

Now here is the story told of a man, who rose up and said: “Hear hear, as I speak mysteries without interpretation. Listen well, for my words do not mean what they should, but they reveal my deepest thoughts. I hold concealed in one hand keys to the past, and in my bosom is hidden the door to the future. Now hear my dilemma and give me counsel. What do I say to console myself, having lost my other arm in a bid to rob from it’s owner the keys to the future? For my enemy holds with both fists the keys to the future, and hides behind the door to the past.”

There is silence till a child responds: “Sire, thou hast no hands.” To which an old man adds: “The doors to the future have no locks, one just needs to push through.”
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Change

Things are not the same, and you probably don’t need me to tell you.
But sometimes, I need to consciously apprise myself of the changes occurring.
Change comes, bidden or unbidden;
Like time, it’s always in effect, with every tick of the clock;
Change always occurs, passively or actively, positively or negatively.
Some changes are ridden like waves,
Some unfortunately, we allow to tread all over us.
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