Am I a Fool?
A moment of prayer. We read too much and question too little. We absorb and analyze information and chew on other people’s thoughts but we rarely summon ourselves for questioning. We rarely ask ourselves is this truly what I should be doing, is it something right for me? Are these people right for me or are they just not the ones supporting the dream? Do I question the possibility of the dream becoming true because the illusion tells it’s easier to blame it on all the others than to take the next right step, and then the next one? The steps seem so long and daunting when I first start. Then I somehow feel the feet guiding me in the direction, the moment of which is greater than myself. The call of the mission. The innocence of the time when it was born and plotted beyond this world. It seems scary when you hear it, but it’s there. Waiting for you to take the part. Before there was light, there was word. And the Word summoned the brave.
If only we had faith. If only we didn’t forget that in hard and doubtful times there is a tool of prayer. Not to a detached God, in fear of his judgments and the heaven and hell above, but to a part of ourselves that knows the Whole. That knows Home. A part that exactly knows where it is going and why. The part that doesn’t doubt or restrain with false safety, a part that is All-knowing. It laughs at our dramatic frustrated attempts to flee the life that we ourselves have chosen. The dreams and paths we have plotted. A simple prayer is enough and yet we seek so much more. Distraction. Give me distraction in every possible way. Give us the comfortable easiness of being so we may never ever think of something great. So we may not think of solutions to bigger things. So we can laugh together at the fools that think they can change something or that they ought to. A simple prayer for a simple life. Not a bunch of words learned by heart, or a plea sent in panic and easily released, but a simple prayer, maybe not even a word. Maybe a question from a sincere heart with the hope that it will not be answered just yet. A simple prayer of surrender. How often do we have those nowadays? Do we pray for an enlightened life or we dance between consuming and judging, murmuring in the background, never really stepping out? How often do we fail and how often is it due to a lack of faith gained from a single moment of sincere prayer?
We live in a world we have complicated by over dramatizing our existence only to waist most of it in the pursuit of distractions and leisure?
Is this world a fool? Am I one?
The echo of silence.
