Through a glass darkly

There is something strange about standing outside and watching as the party goes on inside. The guests seem to be having a great time, though as one stands in the cold outside, unseen and unheard, the advantage is with the outsider.

You are uninvited and so there is no point in anyone taking notice of you. You might have been part of the scene for some time but you are not anymore. Cue Ghost or even Kevin watching the happy families from the outside at Christmastime in the snow.

The outsider sees the fake smiles and the pained expressions wrought by forced laughs. On the inside, it is wrong to stare to long at someone’s getup. Yet we cannot really tell what state the soul of the person we are talking to is in unless we take a really good look at them. On the surface, it is all about good clothes and expensive looking boots. A closer look will reveal something else though.

A closer look shows the little tears in the seams of the expensive looking coats. It shows a desperate need to keep up appearances on the part of humanity and it also shows that people are vulnerable.

There are some windows I wouldn’t mind looking through, though. Where the people are genuinely having the time of their lives and the laughs are for real.

People will always try to strike preemptively. A blind man will always be sore about people who do not see things in the “right” perspective. We cover up our weaknesses with unkindness so the people we hurt will be too busy putting out the fire to notice the chink in our armor.

Wisdom comes, eventually. It always does. No matter how much negativity is thrown in its face. It is said if you poop in the river as you play with your friends, the evidence will come up and refuse to leave your side. Then everyone will know you just fowled the water.


About Steven

It wasn't me; arrest the voices. It was the voices in my head. Sike! I am Ugandan first. I care for development in my country. I am a curious observer second and I care to know what you think.
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