Im all alone in my prison. Just me. And a crank on the wall.
They say that on the other side, there is a mill.
And that every time it turns, wheat becomes flour.
Knowing this has become my only source of comfort.
My source of hope.
My lifeline.
Every day I put in effort. The wheel may be hard to turn,
but I turn it for my good.
For my sanity.
And I put my faith in you.
That when I am free, I can proudly say that the effort was given,
and the rewards are mine, and reap the fruits of my labor.
But what if its all A lie?!
What if I turn the wall and there is really nothing there?
I keep walking in circles with my eyes closed.
Blinded by my faith? Maybe.
But at the end of it all,
will I have produced my wheat?
Or just lost a couple of pounds...
as I walked around in circles.
With my eyes closed.
Returning to my Self
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I can hear the birds chirping in my backyard, and I smile as I sip my ice
cold electrolyte water.
Because I feel so damn grateful.
There are times th...
6 months ago