I am that child, that child we have all seen. The one who doesn’t want to leave the toy store, who only wants a particular toy. The child whose parents negotiate and plead and eventually steal her away from the store forcefully. We have been painful witnesses to these scenes thinking “Why can’t she just have the one toy?”
The child is then taken to a candy store and then begs and pleads to have only a specific type of sweet the kind that would rot her teeth. She cries and cries for this specific sweet, negotiates pleads prays to parent Gods but to no avail. The parents then forcefully take her away and out from the store
…this is my condition…this is our condition we hold on and on…and when the mirages slip away we wonder why?