Imagine prisoners who have been chained since childhood deep inside a cave. Not only are their limbs immobilised by the chains; their heads are chained as well so that their gaze is fixed on a wall.Behind the prisoners is an enormous fire, and between the fire and the prisoners is a raised walkway, along which shapes of various animals, plants, and other things are carried. The shapes cast shadows on the wall, and the prisoners watch these shadows. When one of the shape-carriers speaks, an echo against the wall causes the prisoners to believe that the words come from the shadows.The prisoners engage in what appears to us to be a game - naming the shapes as they come by. This, however, is the only reality that they know, even though they are seeing merely shadows of images.
Do you have feel like a shadow of yourself? Like a poor copy or a cheap imitation. For a long time I have been feeling like I am just this fraction of who I was. Just this shadow that holds none of the brightness and lightness of the original.
A bit of a bleak post but this is how it can feel in limbo. Especially when in the space of the new year your car and home have been broken into and your car has been written off thanks to an ass who thinks its okay to STOP in the fast lane. Kind of hard to hold on to one’s usually sprightly self.
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