I decided to take the day off today. ARC is coming in the morning to pick up donations. I stuck my hot pocket in the microwave and went back to my bedroom to go through my things. Totally forgot about the hot pocket. I came across a painting my daughter had given me a very long time ago...one of her first paintings. I framed it and ran off to hang it in her bedroom. As soon as I opened my bedroom door, the smell of smoke almost gagged me. Going towards the kitchen, it really got bad. I had set the wrong time on the microwave. Hot pocket burnt to a crisp. I opened my doors and windows that would actually open (very old house) and grabbed Betty and went for a walk. I could even smell the smoke outside.
Oddly enough, this song was playing while my house was smokin!
As I was going through my things, totally forgetting the hot pocket, my mind was full of a conversation I had last night. Seeing a person as they truly are. Standing on the outside watching someone live a total lie. Why? Fear perhaps. Fear of being true to themselves. Living their life the way the world tells them to. Some would call it sacrificing. I call it sad. I lived that lie for almost a lifetime. Yes, I was very sad. When one can't change a situation, what does one do? I speak my mind. That's all I can do. Perhaps more verbally as time goes on. I speak my mind.
its always so sad when one lives a lie, especially when they feel they have no choice.
ReplyDeleteThat's the thing, "they feel they have no choice" when in reality, they actually do have a choice so the choice they've made is to live a lie.
ReplyDelete