The Mayan explanation of Life and who/why you are here.
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I would like to meet Oppenheimer (tisk tisk) looked good on paper didn't it.
I would welcome meetings with Anastasia, Claudius, Moses and Mona Lisa. As we converse we would be lulled by the whisper of a Yanni concerto, uniting our tales into endless streams of wonder.
Our dreams and fears displayed in Monet style, carved with David precision ending on a foot note in time.
Most of all I would like to meet me.
You see no one person that crosses your path, or raises a hand to you can equal the one wonder you will never know. You will truly never meet the person you present to the world.
We all have facades and rouses that we wear like shabby clothing. In time we may change a piece or two, but never the whole outfit. Safety is in knowing. We may not like the "fit" of our skin or the "fit" of our beliefs, but in time we accept the uncomfortable for the new.
We stubbornly hold onto falsehoods because we are sure the next person we meet will read our minds and know our pain. Feel what we feel, or cherish an outdated dream that we trust will come true.
Ironically to often we convince others to follow our path and then when we see their misstep we condemn them for believing the road was laced in sunshine and yellow flowers.
That somehow just being in their presence has tarnished a dream we held to our chest as a Mother would her protected child.
We accuse the masses for our plot of ground, we relinquish our strength and continue the burden of a facade. Then it happens, the fear and the rejection, the truth in the mirror reflects like pools near an ocean.
Near but not touching, reaching without success. Our dreams evaporate into nothing, as easily as day is to night.
Maybe one day my name will be on someone's list of who they would like to meet, maybe it already is.
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