Thief!!!! Thief!!! Wait!!! Please wait???!!! Somebody help!!! Somebody please help me!!!
Somebody just ran off with my stuff!!! My precious valuable stuff...
I chased after him in the market....bumping into people...screaming, yelling and begging...I yelled and
asked begged him to stop. The louder I yelled, it seemed though, the faster he ran.
Somebody just ran off with my stuff...
See my stuff has always been priceless to me, at least my younger self would say so.
The person, this person though, he'd slung it over his shoulder, it trailed the path he trod, it kissed the mud and slapped the dirty puddles. I watched in horror! How would I go home without my stuff? How would I face over, and over, and over again, my wet and begging face with this horrible truth; the truth of an unrecoverable loss?
There was a horribly daunting inner commotion, and then came a vomit of tears, as reality slowly set in...my stuff was gone! Gone for good!
Somebody just ran off with my precious stuff...
Somebody just ran off with my stuff? That person actually
ran walked off with my stuff...he wasn't running...he wasn't even aware that he had my stuff...he wasn't even aware that my stuff was of value to me. It was casually sitting on his shoulders as he walked off. In a dirty, torn plastic bag...
Was he still therefore, deserving of the title "thief"?
There went my once precious and valuable stuff. When did I release such a vast amount of power to someone else? The power to trash my stuff? The power to walk off with my stuff?
Here is the funny fact: as I stand amidst the crowd? The inner witness condemns me:
What am I doing at the market? How did I get here? Here to this place...this awful space where I'd made it okay to think that I could trade my stuff...I could negotiate on the value of my priceless stuff...I could let the best bidder walk away with my stuff?
I am unlearning and re-learning the basic principles of life; "you are worth more than the birds in the air...worth more than the luscious green grass...worth more than the beautifully clothed wild flowers...in all their glory, and beauty...you are far much more precious than them."I say to myself.
Your stuff is a representative of everything that makes you tick; your dignity, your respect, your intelligence...your personality...your beautiful attributes...your words...your insight...your life...and every imaginable beauty that you graciously enjoy on a daily basis. Keep your stuff off the market...it's price is never up for negotiation :)