The Musings of a Puppet

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Have you ever felt that you’re in one of those dark places in your life? You’re walking along rather blindly, not sure exactly what lies ahead. They say there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, and you catch a glimpse of it. In fact, you’re fairly sure that you’re almost out. You feel the fresh air wisping through your hair. The sun is blazing through the opening ahead, and you’re feeling great.

Then, all of the sudden, a collapse occurs. The tunnel caves right before your face as the debris flies and knocks you backwards. It obscures the light you saw before and leaves you dirty and bruised. You get back up, happy to be okay, but disappointed that your path was so rudely cut off. You ponder on your situation for a moment, realizing that it’s quite dire. All of your energies and hopes had been invested in that light that had just blinked out.

What will you do? You turn the query over in your head. Looking at the various facets and the angles that you had as options, you see something that you don’t like. There in your life is an option, the last option. That path that you did not want to follow. The areas to which it lead were murky and foul looking. You have no clue as to the prospects that await you below.

You look at the tunnel that leads off and down. “Danger!” The sign announces, clearly showing that this path will not be nearly as safe as the one that you had just left. You sigh, knowing that there is no turning back. You head down the path and there is a great trembling. The tunnel shakes and more dust comes down. Like a scene from a b-rated movie, all kinds of traps are triggered. A poison dart hits your side, swinging knives slash at your face, rocks tumble down from above. You recall, with sadness, the light that had been so close, and you trod ahead in life, knowing that the only way is forward. Where will you end up from here? No one really knows.

“…and the Puppet Master pulls the strings and the marionettes follow where they can. At times, the strings go slack and they flee from their situation, thinking that they are free, but never are they disconnected. Always being manipulated, they play out their parts, never free to leave this stage called life…”  


7 thoughts on “The Musings of a Puppet

    Angie Alaniz said:
    14 August , 2011 at 18:08

    I think we are pretty much puppets on this earth right now and some of us have already played out this scene and waiting for chapter 2.

      xanthuskidd responded:
      14 August , 2011 at 23:46

      There are many chapters. Sometimes this is the end, sometimes you may never reach this point.

    Chey said:
    15 August , 2011 at 23:36

    woah that gave me goosebumps

    You’re a really deep thinker at times and then I read some of your other more playful stuff and it’s like 2 different people.
    Great writing style

      xanthuskidd responded:
      4 September , 2011 at 22:37

      I’m glad you like it!

    Tahlia Newland said:
    4 September , 2011 at 19:50

    I love it. Just found your blog and have subscribed for more. I particulary like the combination of thoughtful and whimsical, but that’s what my Happy Honkers is about.

      xanthuskidd responded:
      4 September , 2011 at 22:36

      Well, thank you! I’m glad you appreciate my ramblings. 🙂

    qigonghealing said:
    10 October , 2011 at 13:56

    Your writing puts the reader right in your footsteps. Chiva!

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