The Grail

Yknow, I just realised something. I think i just might found the reason why i toy with morbidity so much. Maybe the reason I compose all these sombre and morosely laced posts on this self heraldingly titled blog is that, maybe, just maybe i dont believe that I even have the right to be happy? The right to feel good about myself... The right to be simply... satisfied with myself.

loL...

Have you heard the tale of the boy, the old man, and the donkey?

They were on this journey you see, the three of them. At first no one rode the donkey, they simply trudged along side by side, taking the journey as it came. When they passed the first of many people they would meet on this winding road they had set off upon he looked sympathetically, almost condescendingly on them; a manner they would find most familiar all too soon, and spoke his part, small as it was in the script,

'Why walk, when you can ride? You put the abilities of the hardy beast to waste. If one of you were to saddle it, your journey would be much eased,'

The well-meaning stranger then walked away, taken on his own path leaving the travelers with his words and reason.

The story goes on, and at first the boy rides the donkey. But then they come upon another wary traveler, who deems to impart his knowledge upon them. He reprimands the boy, wondering how inconsiderate a heart the young one must possess, to have the thick-skinned audacity to sit in luxury while an elder man; much closer to the travelers years i might add, was compelled by the boys choice to walk the dreadful miles.

On the fable unwinds.

The boy, the old man and the donkey meet many a traveler, each with their own bit to share. Each with years of bittersweet experience and solid reason behind them.

The configuration of their party was a veritable dynamo; in a constant state of flux, punctuated and catalyzed by their encounters with one after another journey man.

Its changed from the old man riding, back immediately to the young boy riding, then at the expense of the poor donkeys back and at the advice of yet another wayfarer they both mounted the donkey.

Can you see where this is heading?

Finally they meet a final traveler who is disgusted by the way the two men showed such inhumane cruelty by their complete disregard for the poor animals well-being. Scathingly he protested their behaviour and furiously he demanded that the both promptly dismount the overtaxed creature and use their god given gifts that were their two perfectly formed feet.

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Everyone has their own point of view...

We search for the best in ourselves, yet we are faced with a different mirror of perfection at every turn. Where do we go to find peace? Who would we mold ourselves to be?

The only person who can satisfy you;

IS YOU.

No mortal, no being, save God Almighty can even venture to chance a fleeting whisper of perfection.

Why chase the shadow of the holy grail?

Why?

What else is there to be done?

I am nothing, Still I try, I do not mean to be self-righteous, I do not mean to court arrogance, This is who I am, Love me, Hate me, This is me.