Hey there, thanks for stopping by, I’m glad I was able to get your attention. let’s take a walk…back through a few decades, to a younger time.
So, I want to talk to you about this dude in the photograph, trust me, it’s important. You see, I got to know him a little. We were once quite close if you can call it that. I mean who knew him? I don’t even think he knew himself… actually, I know he didn’t.
Believe it or not though, despite what you see, the outward charm, and beyond that disarming smile, he was the most insecure guy I knew.
Trust me, sure he may have been appealing to the eye and at times fun to be around, loving to a degree, etc, but he had a secret. And man did this secret of his keep him wound up in his web of disconnection.
I’m telling you, a huge percentage of the stuff he had lived through he had forgotten at his death. This brother was so disconnected that he couldn’t even remember the faces and names of women he had dated, cities he had traveled to, and places he had lived. I swear my bro was abducted and had his memories wiped or something, seriously, it was bad.
So what’s the point of all this? Well, it’s about discernment. You see, this guy here, in the photo, well some called him “fly” and others they just swooned.
But the one thing many lacked was the discernment to stay away. They did that thing we do, you know, we move towards the pretty, the shiny, the glittery stuff. All without our wisdom, we abandon that, we leave it at the curb.
You see, the guy in this photo, well he didn’t even know what he looked like, he had no real understanding as to how powerful he could be. He was disconnected from himself and his innate gifts.
He had no idea, totally clued out I tell ya! And that smile, well it was merely an outward projection, like the tux, the rose, and the haircut, it was all decoration. There was no depth to any of it. And all that remains of him is this photograph.
Looking at him now, I feel a profound sadness for him. I mean he’s long gone now, he died years ago. And no one knows where or how and there was no funeral.
He lived, he laughed, he touched a few people, broke a few hearts, and never connected to his own. Tragic! The good part is that he never felt a thing that was the problem, he never felt a thing.
So listen, I’m tiring, let’s turn around, let’s walk back.
Understand this for me please, I want you to remember this one thing before you go after that shiny, glittery, pretty thing…do yourself a favor, make sure it has some depth to it.
Don’t travel towards it alone, take your wisdom with you. Wear it as a shield, rely on your discernment, and if it requires maintenance then stay away from shiny things until you get it fixed.
And then, when you finally find that shiny thing you long to connect to…please, make sure it has some connection to life and is plugged in.
Make sure it’s real…and not just a mannequin. Not just a shiny life-like object that will only cause you to disconnect further from yourself.
Promise me,
Promise me that you won’t fall,
Not for a disarming smile,
Not for an outward charm,
And not for a pretty thing.
Trust me, you just don’t know,
You don’t know the trouble.
Oh my, these pretty, charming, shiny things,
Oh, the trouble they bring.