2020-12-21 15:44:22
My friends always tell me I talk fast and my family say I talk loud.
And all the other people that haven’t given much thought about how I talk know one simple thing: I talk.
I am not much of a whisperer.
So by default my ears aren’t also designed to look for one,
but yesterday I caught a whisper.
I am not much of a listener,
but last night in the dark I heard a silent whimper.
I was sitting in silence and I heard evolution talk.
(Or maybe it was the tv I forgot to turn off.)
It was quite a story.
The jungle life: what one must do in order to survive.
In the beginning we were the survivors.
The one gifted with minds,
while the king of the jungle and his alike
looked and hunted us.
We were amateurs who didn’t know what to do
but eventually we got the hang of it
we learnt what not to do, from those who failed and couldn’t survive it.
We weaponized our environment and we started to fight back.
And boy, did we fight back.
I guess I was marveling at all the creativity and the courage,
I must have gotten caught up with what was already said and done that I missed the middle of it,
cause when I started listening again communities were formed and towns were already built.
For a second there I thought we won,
that this was a happy ending.
Then the end credit started to roll and there was no longer a jungle but a zoo.
There laid a hole where the most dangerous predator is being kept.
And if you have a little bit of courage to go over and see you will find your reflection staring at you.
It is a funny twist; don’t you agree?
How one can eventually turn from survivor to predator
because last night I observed evolution
and I realized that is what you and I were.
But our story is even funnier because you and I…
You and I are predators who still believe we are survivors.
So riddle me this please,
when did we become the thing we were afraid of the most?
We used to be naked and innocent
and now we are all dressed with our innocence lost.
So tell me if you were to go back,
could you perhaps tell the starting point?
I think mine was when I found out you were a light sleeper.
I used to be afraid of the monster under my bed and the skeletons inside my closet
but ever since I found out you slept light
I started to climb into your bed.
When you welcome me with open arms
and I was so sure the slightest noise would wake you
I started closing my eyes to sleep
believing if I wasn’t awake to fight them
their noise would surely wake you.
That’s how I survived.
That is also when I stopped being a survivor,
when I paid your sleep for mine
giving you my nightmares, I became a predator.
That is my starting point,
when you slew my dragons unintentionally
I wonder what could be yours
what nightmare of yours have you given me?
#RANDOM_THOUGHTS
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