Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 112
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 112
Somewhere, after months of living apart together, I had gotten used to the emptiness in the house, I thought. Yet it struck me time and time again, the smallest things carry memories that we too easily take for granted.
They sting, those little objects with a story, at least at first. Over time, they become bittersweet, like an overripe orange. And eventually, the bitterness is abandoned, and only a lingering smile is left behind.
This also seems to be a recurring theme in my life. Being abandoned, or actually being left behind. Never in a throwaway way, the paths always separate in a very natural way.
As if they never run parallel for longer than necessary, the cosmic switches are pulled, and the train that has been following the same track for years splits in a completely natural way, without chaos or accidents.
It surprises me that this always seems to be the case, as if it has been configured to do so. There is never hatred or envy at the end of that journey together, but a friendly current that flows in different directions.
I see it, but I don't understand it.
I recognize the pattern, but I can't put my finger on the pulse of the root cause. As difficult as it may be, that is what I now have to accept more and more often.
That I can see behind the mirror, but that seeing does not mean that I understand what I see.
Of course, I thought that I would have fewer questions once I learned to listen, and would understand more if I could ever really see... but those are the kind of childish wishes that are doomed to not be fulfilled.
I should have known that it would be the other way around: the more you know, the less you know.
Every answer to a question raises ten more questions, and I see myself as a kind of cosmic Sherlock Holmes who tries to reconstruct the crime scene through deduction and my lifelong investigation.
A life sentence, that is a long time when you feel like your life is at a standstill. Even though I am very aware that it is not, it certainly seems that way to those on the other side of the mirror.
The people around me must think I am depressed, or something, because I keep being harassed by the words "being social, and going out of the house."
Personally, I don't think I am.
I feel very comfortable being with just me all day long. Everything I need is right here; the years of peace and calm have done me so much good.
Guess I didn't pay attention to it before, but now I can see that it wasn't just she who has grown so much over the course of these last few years.
Still not sure about the what or when, but I have reached this point of resignation. I am no longer chasing butterflies.
Instead, I sit down, accept that where I choose to sit is my place in this world, and invite the butterflies to come to me.
Only now do I slowly see how I have changed, how my approach was forced before. Constantly so much pressure to find what I didn't even know. Looking for something, clueless about what it was.
On the other hand, even now, I wouldn't know how I would have done it differently, how I would have learned what I know now if I hadn't gone this way.
I went blindfolded, with my arms outstretched, feeling my way and having to recognize by touch the parts I didn't know I was looking for.
And yet here I am now, after so many stumbles, bumps, and falls. Here I am, in my apartment, I have taken off the blindfold, and I am grateful.
Grateful for the pain and beauty that this path has given me, and above all, grateful that something has changed in me.
That I realize and consciously feel that I no longer have to hunt for butterflies, that I can rest and know that if I can find my peace here, the butterflies will find me.
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