The Key

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November 20, 2020

The key.  I see you have one too.  Yet nowhere on the walls in front of us is there a door or window. So why are we holding a key?  For millions around the world they’d love to turn that key into an object that’ll open the front gate at a place of business.  Being upfront and extremely transparent.  There are days when it’s extremely difficult to find direction during these moments of stream thinking and free form writing.  The very reason why I picked up daily writing in July of 1994 is nowhere close as to why it continues to grow in 2020. But it’s never been an easy discipline.  I’m no different than you.  We’re twisted by the turbulence of the daily headlines. Anxiety has overtaken our ambition to sport a fake smile and candy coated plastic bathroom mirror positive attitudes.  Come clean.  No matter how cluttered your space is, you feel alone.  Stuck in a room with no air conditioning.  Plus every word you’d like to share is silence because society doesn’t need any more rage.  You’re not the fight starter!  It’s the picture makers.  The interpreters.  Here’s why I think a great conversation turns into a disagreement.  We as a people.  I’m including everyone.  We as a people assume we know what someone’s next sentence or thought is going to be.  Look at how often we interrupt a point of view without the carrier of the message finishing.  Now put on a Covid mask.  Until March 2020 I had no clue how much I read other people’s lips.  Not only are we trying to finish their sentences but we can’t hear them.  So our imaginations make up the story.  Invisible monsters that know how to trip your trigger.  And when you do get mentally off balance you pray to God that you don’t turn into a Karen.  There’s always another person with a smartphone documenting the conversation.  I’ve turned one of my triggers into a process of testing the strength of a telemarketer.  Why in God’s name has this interruption increased since Covid?  Oh wait because there are a ton of people at home binge watching television so we’ve become their target.  Which clearly gives me a reason to make them my target.  I don’t hang up.  I give them the most bizarre freaky weird stupid answers that mean absolutely nothing. Many of them do a lot laughing while others eventually hang up.  I talk about my six trips on the Space Shuttle and what it was like to land on Venus.  We talk about how I’m about to purchase Walmart.  And there are times I stop and say, “Oh my God.  It’s God.  You are God.  You are making this call to get my mind off this world.  Can I interview you God?  Let me turn on the recorder!  So God.  Um the shortage of toilet paper.  Really?”  Why am I doing this?  I have a key.  You have a key.  We have walls around us every second of every day.  There are no doors.  There are no windows.  What is this key for?  Your heart.  Let’s locate authentic peace.  It begins by stepping away from stress and walking through the front door of giving someone else the opportunity to also escape.  The key. Use it.