life is a pond full of lily pads… lily pads of yesterday, today, and tomorrow little checkpoints in time stepping stones along the way (full of love, joy, and happiness as well as hate, sorrow, and despair)
and we are all little frogs skipping from pad to pad traversing through this pond and creating a trail of ripples as we go
we see well what is around us: viridescent lily pads, blooming pink flowers, lively azure dragonflies, and the sun’s brilliant reflection on the natural mirror beneath us… these vivid depictions of outright conviction are so colorful and concrete and there.
and from the moment we are born it is a frantic search for the prettiest corner of this endless pond… we hop by the flowers, chasing dragonflies hoping they might lead us somewhere in our journey towards heaven on earth.
but
from the eye of the bird soaring high in the skies above us we are but little tadpoles, little specks darting aimlessly, without direction from lily pad to lily pad blindly exploring this endless place till death sucks out the last breath and we tumble and fall into the abyss and sink towards the depths of the pond…
because from the day we are born we are blind to the horizons: the pond’s edge and the pond’s purpose. these lily pads, these checkpoints in time are only landmarks we see a trail of torches we follow… full of adventure but with no denouement full of light but with no closure.
it may seem like a dark, zombie-like journey of hypnotized hopping but there’s something happy about our lack of omniscience something joyful about being blind to the big picture
something beautiful about seeing the sights of life and worrying about nothing else as we hop and hop and hop from lily pad to lily pad.
inspired by Pocket Frogs (a game)