~Musing~

I have been feeling a bit lost lately. Unsure of the direction I need to try and orient my life. Though in fairness I suppose I have always been somewhat lost. Others have tried to steer me straight, and I have done my best to listen. Yet every time, after a short distance down their path, I find myself face to face with something that doesn’t make sense to me. Some obstacle that requires the sale of my soul in return for the devil’s sweets. Not to say I haven’t spent a few handfuls of them spirit nickles, but It always makes me feel dirty in a sort of way. The sweets are always so fleeting, each time leaving me with a bitter taste and sore teeth.

In contrast to the real fruit of life, which leaves me feeling full and satisfied, at peace and in a state of ease.

Yet I find in this day and age that true fruit is so very hard to come across. Everywhere I turn some devil masquerades as an angelic figure. Looking fair, and speaking sweet syrupy goodness. Their words are thick and coercive, whispering into me exactly the things I want to hear. Yet they fill my head with sweet nothings, just whisps of fairy tales that evaporate the moment I try to get a footing. Leaving me stuck trying to jump onto the next whisp, the next sweet fairy tale, the next disappointing dream. Perpetually in a state of falling, but having the illusion of progression.

How does one cut through this fog of delusion? I know there is a garden here somewhere bursting with those succulent fruits. Those that fill the soul and satiate the body. In my travels, I have stumbled upon lost bits of that true fruit. Though always on accident, and never from the source. Always finding small bits on my path, as though they had fallen from way up above. Dropped from some unseeable heaven that feels near but always seems out of reach.

Such knowings are beyond my current station in this life. So I seek, I trust in my path, that I will not be led too far astray by those silver-tongued devils. Perhaps being lost is a better fate than believing a sweet lie. At least this way there is a chance I may once again stumble upon loose bits of life-sustaining fruit and so know at least I am near the right path.

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