To trust yourself when all doubt, to lead from a danger only you can see clearly, to explain enable the blind to see, to give people the power to hear the extraordinary in the ordinary, to fathom the everyday and normal encryption of the spoken word, to show them the messages and conversations that happen all around us to different levels of the brain: that's quite the challenge. That's quite the challenge when until you can prove it they will think you mad and threaten you with the consequences that come to the insane. To speak and risk the twisting of the knaves of sophistry. That is what they ask. Last time I complied I almost died. I almost lost everything for nothing. So, tell me again why, tell me why this is the time, because even if it is now or never I won't unless I can win. I know more than most what these adventures into the world of the saviours costs... and the cost is never to myself alone. You know what? I do trust myself. I do. It's every other bastard out there I don't trust. This is a world of monsters. So many monsters.
When the sensory fog rolls in I can still navigate. When others cannot tell true north, I can. I feel it. I can pick the path when all they see is unmarked ground. My feet come to the path as if they are magnets to iron. I stick there. I call out. I try to become the guide. The trouble is, only I can see it and they don't trust me enough to follow. Or perhaps the problem is me. Perhaps when I trust myself enough to lead they will come. I'm trying to teach them how to see it, how to sense it the same way I can. We need more leaders, more navigators of the fog. I'll keep going, keep trying, what else can I do?
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