It is the end of another year and I must vent or bust.
Busting is NEVER good!
There’s an old saying that goes something like this:
“Don’t piss in my hat and tell me it’s raining.”
I take that to mean that no matter how many times you call a turtle a duck… it’s still a duck.
Lately I have been being told that I am a duck.
I know full well that I am a turtle but will occasionally check for feathers!
Brainwashing is an interesting thing. It’s real. It works. People do it when they try to convince you that you did, do, mean something that you really don’t.
That was a confusing sentence. Sorry. I’ll try a different way because I am writing this as much for clarity to myself as I am interesting reading for you.
There was a movie a little while ago called “The girl on the train.” In this wonderfully tedious story a woman keeps seeing something on the back porch of a house as she passes by hundreds of yards away.
Each time she sees it she gets a little more clarity.
In the beginning she believes, as does everyone else, that her ex-husband is a saint who endured years of marriage to her even though she was mean, crazy and psychotic. She believed that with her heart and soul because she had been told all those things for so long.
She even manifested memories to back up the story. (The mind will do whatever it can to “connect the dots.” The mind doesn’t like a puzzle with missing pieces.)
After many sightings of the couple on the porch so far away the girl on the train recognizes that the people she’s seeing are actually her and her ex-husband having an argument some years or months ago. He is angry. He is physical. He is the mean, crazy and psychotic person of her memory… not her.
Anyway… my point is that she was a duck that had been called a turtle for so long that she could actually feel feathers that weren’t there.
After some time, the girl on the train reclaimed her “turtle-ness” and showed the duck (her ex-husband) for the duck that he was.
It was quite wonderful. A long ride to get there but well worth the train ride.
Back to clarity…
I am a turtle. I have willingly sacrificed years of sweat and blood and time and finance and dreaming to fulfill an obligation that I willingly entered into and am proud of doing so and honored to have been given the opportunity. I love my family with all me heart and soul even though it appears they have been convinced that this turtle is a duck.
I will not let the persistent claim both privately and publicly that I am a confused, misguided, no-good duck convince me that I am anything but a plodding, hard working and even, noble, turtle.
I remember one of the last things my mother said to me before she passed and I want to share it with you:
“I want you to know that I am ready to go. I am okay with dying because I know that you have someone in your life who loves you as much as I do.”
What an amazing thing to hear.
“You are a fine turtle, son. Keep listening to those who remind you about what a great turtle you really are and ignore the mean people in your life who keep calling you a duck!”
Hang in there fellow Turtles. There is a light at the end of the tunnel and it’s not attached to the front of a train…
Keep on course. Keep believing that you are good and keep doing good things. Ignore and disregard those who call you other than what you truly know you are.
Stay the course. I wish confusion to your enemies, especially those enemies who dare call you friend.
Yours and mine.
Have the best Christmas (or whatever you choose to call the Holiday Season) ever! Hug those you love and really mess with the minds of those woh don’t have your best interest at heart and hug them too.