Prayer

I believe we are all sent down on this planet with three traits, ingrained in our person. As we walk our own paths we lose each, one by one.
“Identity”. “ Personality”. “Faith”.

As the abyss unfolds, each one seeps out of our being, without our knowing it. One fine day we sit at home and our mom tells us to wear “decent” clothes, to act like a lady and to stop acting talking like a lunatic. So we lose the first to family.

As the globe turns, one fine day we walk the streets and glance at the people on both sides, there is no difference. Our pace is the same, our clothes are the same and our expressions are the same. So we lose the second to society.

As the skies pull away to soak the world in fresh color, we glance momentarily at our surroundings, all we see is death and hate. We see poor men and rich men. We see bullies and we see judgment. We look up and all we see “up- there” are clouds, there is nothing else. So we lose the third to reality.

In essence we remain shells of what were once individuals, because it was just so much easier to conform. It was the only way they left us alone. Then one of us wakes up, as if jerked upright after a heart attack by a massive jolt of electricity. He looks at the rest in horror, an army of automatons. He starts jolting each one awake. Pulling, pushing and screaming.

“You! Get up and use that brush! You’re a painter, don’t you remember?”.
“And you! You’re a doctor, go save lives! For God’s sake”.
“You! Turn of that damn drain box and go outside and play, don’t you remember…? you’re a child”

“Me?”
“I’m the dreamer”.

Now they are all awake, striving to revive that meager spark, that gift from the divine. The strong survive by a thread and the weak perish. But still, they all try.