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How Things Seem

April 26




Not everyone who pushes me down is my enemy and not everyone who pulls me up is my friend.  I have been seduced by the closeness of people who used me as their shield.  When I have been held in the place of honor, the point man of life, I forgot that made me the replacement target for the one who stood behind me.  I had been offended as I was thrown to the ground.  The hands that shoved me, I saw as my rejecters.  I was spared the tragedy and peril of the thing that flew by my ear thanks only to the grace of a thrust in the right direction.  Accurate appraisal is my weakness.  Seeing things for what they are is hard.  Things are rarely how they seem.

  Grow tall with your grain and the years will grow around you.