Elevation

Drudging across the dark desert with each laborious step. The Thoughtful reminiscing of his journey. Gaining stories and lessons and losing more of his mortal shell. Falls. With no hope laying on the ground, closes his eyes for the fate that awaits him. The darkness creeping upon his fallen body. No companion. No clothes. No possessions. No legacy of his nameless heritage. reliving all of the anguish and love that he had seen in the world. Consciously closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath, letting his lungs fill with the sweet air of the world for the last time. Life is special only because we know it ends, and at this moment the Thoughtful was at the apex of his life. The Thoughtful is dead. Illuminated by the light he had be yearning. His physical body no longer in the land of the mortals, but his thoughts and soul elevated to a higher plane.

PS everything I write/say/ or do, is referring to something else. You have to really know me and the language I speak (takes about a year of talking to me all the time) to really understand it. I also want to point out this might be my masterpiece and I am not going crazy but there is a really good analogy going on here.

Compassion

Tonight I felt(interesting word for me) a traumatic experience. Coming out of a bar a pigeon laying on the ground. I see the pigeon taking flight and heading straight towards a wall. The pigeon hits the wall and falls to the floor. Everyone on awe. I go to the pigeon pick it up. In my head I am thinking the pigeon will be alright. In my head hesitating on if I should take it home and nurse it back to health. Everyone around me is freaking out. Some taking picture of me holding a sick bird. Another person takes the pigeon from me. The pigeon obviously sick and hurt, turns over and what appears to be a drunk girl drops the bird. The bird turns over and dies. This is the first time I have ever seen anything die. I don't feel anything. What was disturbing was the conversation that was around. A moron is telling the drunk girl to throw the bird and it will fly. Clearly being a dick about the situation and knowing that the pigeon will only fall again. Another person speaking of how the right thing is to "stomp" the pigeons head and let it go of its misery.

I am shocked by the lack of compassion for the bird from fellow humans. I looked into the birds eyes. Looking dead and dazed. Innocent of what is around it. Gasping for life. The crowd showing no compassion. Someone suggests putting it in the bushes and its the best place where it would heal. Even me, I was afraid to bring it back to my place although I knew it was the right thing to do (I don't think I wouldn't have brought it back, knowing that I possibly let something die).

During my trip on my birthday I learned what compassion meant. Although in my memory, it still haunts me. How we treat the poor and homeless as if they are something less than us. Not human. Showing no compassion. It hurts me to pass up a homeless person every day. The feeling of rejection they might feel as if they aren't human or deserving of life. This is the most powerful feeling that I have, and possibly the only.

I think to myself how could the crowd show no compassion towards an animal that is in pain and dying. The greatest thing you can do to anyone before they die isn't to put them out of their misery, but rather show them compassion and showing them that they matter. I hope when I am dying, people show that I am important in this world and not a infested object. Compassion is the what makes us humans. I wish for a world filled with compassion and love.

Companion

A dreaded journey through the darkness. A subtle glance back upon the steps behind him. The Thoughtful moving east in search of warmth. Months pass on his journey until he sees another desolate soul. A wise woman. Subtle wrinkles signifying her passionate life. Crooked smile signifying her misguided charm.

"What is your purpose?" - her smile turning

"To find warmth." - a definitive answer

"I can offer companionship in the desert.I have snakes to keep you company"

"Why would I want a companion? This is my own journey."

"You seek warmth. Such things are best found with a whole heart."

"I understand"

She offers a large snake. Jet black with glowing eyes. Frightening yet soothing. Subtle wrinkles signifying her passionate life. Battle wounds from past failures mark its body. The Thoughtful is intrigued, but then sees another snake upon the enchantresses cloak. A baby snake. No wounds. No wrinkles. Pure. Tessellation of triangles over its body. Exuding a level of comfort.

"I want that one."

"I would advise against that."

"It's what my heart desires."

"I would not judge a man's heart. In time you might learn the lesson, but I hope that day never comes." Moving her hand on his shoulder. The snake sailing onto his shoulder as if it belong there.