A story about a journey through life and what it can turn into if not valued.

I am a man, from a world far beyond your comprehension, I have traveled light years to get here for an experience that I could only dream of. The experience of discovering spirituality and choices, You see in my world all was perfect all was connected All was All meaning ONE and the mysteries we all see here on earth were understood.

Then one day We were given an opportunity, and opportunity to be of mind and soul and rediscover God or the One which is All an opportunity to become MAN. So finally it was my turn and in a blink of an eye Huuuuuuuu! I breathed the breath of life through my own lungs. There were these two individuals awaiting my arrival and I know that they are supposed to teach me the ways of this new world.

They are going to teach me how to walk and talk, spell and learn, but there is a problem they have no idea that they are divine beings created by the most high, the are clueless as to what they are capable of, or this newborn child they posses. They like the parents before them have lost the way. And so now you have misguided souls teaching their youth how to be just like them. Oh No! here I sit a helpless baby unable to articulate or educate when all my memories from my home world fade away in a matter of days and there is nothing I can do about it.

I am now an earthling who is taught a primitive language, I get sick, I cannot fly, I eat fast food, I procrastinate, I cry, I work, run, laugh, breath, see, play, and think. I also learn to love and cherish and age with free will. All of this makes my journey worth it. Becoming what I think of most and living out my dreams! Yes this is why I chose to be here. To live one exciting adventure until I die.

 But this is not what happens to me. I learn not to think I just work and watch TV until it watches me. I eat microwaved lunches at work and drink spring water out of bottles. I am stressed out losing my hair and behind on all my bills. I go to church every Sunday  and complain about life and cry for forgiveness when I did nothing wrong. Im out of shape, insecure and broke and have no idea who I truly was……………

 I forget who I am.       

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  • CHIPMUNK on Aug 31, 2011

    great write up

  • Boyka on Oct 12, 2011

    nice

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