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2020-08-12 00:00:00 (UTC)

How did we get here?

Step, step, step, step...

We walk a path paved with bricks of gold, but who told you it was gold? How do you truly know that the path you walk shines the morning sun and not the night’s moon? How is it, truly, that you know that the cool soaking through the soles of your bare feet is the gold on which you walk? That your headed in the right direction? What if it wasn’t gold that you walked upon but stone, mud even? Does that change anything?

We know these things because we “just know”, or because they were committed to paper by someone “more qualified than us”. Do they know it because “they just know”? Or did they learn it from someone else that “just knows”? We bind ourselves to believe in the things that we build, but we are the builders of that which binds us. We use our own logic to say we’re illogical, but what makes our logic logical?

We build lives on what is taught to us by people who don’t live our lives. In fact, we live lives based on the things that we are taught by those we live “underneath” not along side.

So truly, is this path beneath my feet paved with gold, or am I fooled into thinking it shines with that worth?

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