To those who watch the watchers,
When deliberately addressed, fear grips you by the throat as you fail in vain to express yourself. Denial is always your first step for the things you tell yourself are not so. The game of blame will be tossed around in order to juggle the burden of who said what how. But direct my finger shall go, pointed at the depths of all that you know. I have a message for you, for you who keep notes on the other watchers alike. For this innocent war, driven by then in order to never again become now, to be smothered. To extinguish the flame that only grows as you look at it. My wisdom to share is a simple one. Trust yourself
To those who watch and watch I begin by wondering, why do you have so many layers? Is it your superior complexity as your ego shall subtly suggest, or is life just a game of tag? One with infinite ways to go, and so, you develop the sight because of how far you could not run when your demons came screaming, you’re it!
Learning from the experience, you told yourself no more. You watched where others went in order to never be caught again. In this quest, as time goes on, you eventually found a difference between right and wrong. But I go back to my alleged wisdom and ask, have you forgotten that seeing and looking are nothing alike?
I think another analogy shall suffice. One day, probably long ago, you sat in your beautiful little home. Designed and decorated to your liking, your paradise was full of light as the gentle sun rays glided through your widows and illuminated your rooms. With a soft breeze cooling the house to your liking, you would find yourself at ease as you knew you were safe. But then one day, as these stories normally go, a storm came knocking. Blowing rain and violent winds throughout the house, your beautifully designed decor became a ruined, wet mess. In haste to preserve what you could, you closed every window and pulled the shades. Neighbors eventually came to check on your disgrace and you quickly learned to turn them away and lock the door in place. Shielded from the world in your cocoon, as you tried to rebuild with what is left, independence is something we find ourselves getting better at with age. But how do I distinguish the fine line of watchers watching watchers? How do I poke this particular case? It’s to say that you close this house but have a room made of glass. Just a spot, separate from the rest where you can see all and it can see you. Vulnerable as it may seem, partial is shall always endure. And on this line is where I place my reassurance, you have so much more you can be.
Picture me as one who has been to your front door, not the side door made of glass. I knock lightly and await your response. Of course, you being you will instead insist that I am at the wrong door, but I know better. And you know that I know better. So I knock and maybe giggle in anticipation, but after some time I smile and leave you a note. The day ends and when all other eyes are closed you walk to that front door and unfold my little letter. Hi. You don’t have to answer the door for me, I get it, I honestly don’t even know if I could open it for you. But I just wanted to remind you where your front door is. I just wanted to remind you that you don’t have to keep running from the past. And I wanted to let you know that you can trust yourself, you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. So I guess I just suggest that you open the windows and let in some fresh air. It’s not always storming and who knows, you may just catch a fleeting sunny day.
Sincerely,
A friend
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