We found the lost children, right in front of our eyes.
Here the whole time, eyes open, minds shut. Not thinking it could be closer to home.
Each of us has our individual intellect to blame for where we are. How lost we are.
If we didn’t practice escaping from reality, we wouldn’t be so good at it. As they say, “Beer today, piss tomorrow.” Yet the beer drinker still drinks. Why? He’s not concerning himself with the reality of the process. He’s concerned only with the disconnection from reality.
We suffer for our decision to become lost in our own way. We call it individuality or lifestyle and later discover its true nature as a crutch and a curse.
It’s interesting to see a person with an obvious impediment next to another with no visible problems. Both surely have a handicap, a condition, a mental block, a physical setback, or an issue. These are certainly present in everyone we can see in front of us each day.
There was only one who had no problems and he chose to try ours on momentarily so he would know what it was like and how he could console us.
The problems are still ours, but because of him, thank God, we don’t have to keep those horrid things. Our problems can be temporary. Our pains can go away. Our lostness can be forever foundness. Our idiotic ideas can be things of the past.
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