If life could be as simple as letting superstition and children's games
dictate the outcome, we might all have a lighter side than we apparently do.
If the most important decisions could be made with a coin thrown in the
air with abandon, we might all understand the rules to the game a bit better
than we think we do now.
If we didn’t have to judge our own hearts with our own minds so much, we
just might be able to pause long enough to properly choose the path that we are
about to take…we just might catch enough of our breath to properly meditate on
the potential payoff, or punishment, that will eventually and inevitably come
our way.
If life could be calculated by chance alone, nothing more than a
determined risk, a lighthearted path with a hopeful step, we might all choose
to walk further away from home, and further away from our own hearts; we might
all have a chance to take a step in the right direction.
But life is not about superstition, it is about facts, and some of the
most powerful facts are our very own lies, the worst are the ones we invented
to protect ourselves in order to protect us from the truth we were never ready
for.
Some superstitions are made to keep us in line and in control, even if
we know deep down that chaos and the impersonal universe do not play these
children's games at all.
If our outlook could be controlled by the next pull of a petal off a
flower, we might not waste time trying to figure out how to rip apart this
flower in our favor.
If we could change one outcome by simply pulling off yet another, we
might stop our minds and hearts from striking up any sort of conversation, we
might even make a choice worth making.
If we could control complicated love by these simple children’s games
alone, we might all be more inclined to destroy beautiful things to gain the
desires within our hearts, we might choose to destroy everything to control
anything at all.
I love me, I love me not.
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