Written on Monday, August 2, 2010 at 12:57am
We all, have our demons. We chase them and curse them, but like my coworker says, we never catch em. So why do we do this? Why do we expend so much energy tilting at windmills? Like a play within a play, or in modern terms, a dream within a dream, we create our own reality. We decide that there is a reason to be happy or not, or sad or not. Yet, even as we recognize that we are going at it once again, knowing we joust imaginary foes, we head full bore toward the self-destruction as if we are captured by some invisible lariat pulling us unwittingly toward the center of the sun. We grasp onto whatever moves us at the moment and ride the tired old horse toward our demise, then complain that it acted on its own, even as we spurred it on.
We all do it. The question remains, “why?”
I can’t come to a conclusion about this, other than perhaps that we play out the parts of some unwritten play inserted into our very soul by both our own life experiences or even, those experiences lived by our parents, friends, family around us. We are all unsettled by something or another at some point in our lives. Is that why we look for enemies, real or imagined? Is it so we can conquer that which has burrowed under our skin even though we don’t always understand that the discomfort we feel is simply a matter of choice? Or is it?
In a melancholy mood we might say that we all enjoy a windmill or two in our lives. Mostly though, they make us nervous and cranky; a result of our own interpretation of why those windmills exist, the purpose that they serve, and what we can do about them. Some of us even avoid those imaginary windmills and in doing so, miss out on some of life’s greatest advenures.
Lets see if we can take things at face value; stop demonizing all those windmills. In the long run, they are only reflections of ourselves; meanings we project onto them. Lets work on seeing things for what they truly are. Let’s choose to see in each other the masterpiece that God created, even in our brokenness.
Together let’s joust against real monsters and leave the windmills to Don Quixote.
Thanks for being my friends.