Growing up, my Dad always told me a story about a well.
He’d say he had this dream where he was standing at the edge of a well in the middle of the night. Except, it wouldn’t actually be him in a physical sense, instead it was his soul and energy.
Growing up, my Dad would say that inside of the well were all the possible lives and options in the universe.
He’d tell me that he would dive into the well until he found a life, and then he would live it. He told me that its a never-ending cycle and that we will all find ourselves standing on the edge of that well one day.
Last night I was thinking about my Dad and this story, so I wrote a little something. Hope you enjoy and I welcome your thoughts in the comments!
How I Got Here
Then it was dark and I was floating.
I’m standing over a deep well looking in.
There’s no pail, but I can feel it’s filled
to overflowing with lives and possibilities.
I’m not alone. There are hundreds of us.
Standing around this well looking in
at all the possibilities.
So close we could reach out and
maybe touch them
maybe grab them
maybe hold onto them.
I reach out,
my fingers brushing
poverty and talent
love and triumph
heartbreak and hatred.
Each life a perfect circle
of possibilities.
My fingers tangle in a life and I am falling.
I am here now, and I’m not sure
if this is a dream, or if I had a choice.
But it is beautiful.
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