You can look in from the outside, drawing your own conclusions…
… and concoct elaborate stories of motives and circumstance.
You can scream warnings at those you think blinded, show them the light…
… or hold your tongue in dismay, not wanting to burst their bubble.
You can stay safe inside, where the stories you hear become your reality…
…and choose to turn away from the world, ignoring anything that doesn’t please you.
You can take inklings of doubt and wash them away with mantras of your own making…
…or simply focus on all the good that is inside, blocking out the rest.
Sometimes the outside view is bigger, broader, able to discern a more complete picture.
Other times the inside view is brighter, with sacred inner rooms, hidden from outsiders – a sanctuary.
Maybe they have no wisdom, those peeping toms of our lives. But maybe they have some knowledge, to broaden the insiders’ horizons.
Perhaps those holed up inside have a mythical tunnel vision. But maybe they have intimate knowledge those on the outside could really appreciate.
As for me… am I inside or out? I like to leave the doors open and move about freely. Only when my view is broadened am I able to fully know and appreciate this lovely life of mine.