My Name: The Veil of Ignorance

The things happened have been curious, almost heavenly in their detail. There was an idea, a longing, there came substance and through heavy breaths the concept was born. The melodious flow of life, the featherweight injustices that befall instantly. Helplessness is the first lesson to learn. In broad daylight the thieves came and robbed you of your very first day. The day that all other days are measured to.

There is power in your graceful slowness. How spring leans in, only just mocking, only just snickering at our efforts to change, to undress, to clench the faint sunshine. Time bound you to its side and you are aware of nothing. No need to hide, to ever remember these days, they are swallowed whole by the intangible black matter. You may never know the importance or the burden of the beginning, of every single beginning. In thick darkness came the notion that formed the substance which lead to namesake. Before you know there will be a life chained to you, forever you will be bound by the mistakes of those before you, the thoughts of those after you. There is no path you can choose that will save you from the struggles. This here is how it starts.

You will soon learn how futile your voice is. Screaming down the things hateful to you, and nobody to suggest change. The reaction will be nothing you had ever anticipated. Claims will fly high overhead that you would have wanted this or that. Your voice will go silent, your cries will be muffled, your every effort to move towards that which you want will be halted by a forceful giant. You will lie there motionless. You will not matter until you manage to state your claim: you have been ignorant of these ways. Visibility on a clear night will be compromised and with the popping of the open fire each will retire in sweet belief that you have what you want, you got exactly what you had wanted, you could never possibly want anything else. But you do. And you will. Until you are beaten down to accept that what you see is only ever what you can get.

Stay confined to the parameters you have been given and there will be no progress. You must flee the comfortable to know things better, different. You have to see people broken, miserable from the hardships they must endure. And you gloat in your luck of having been born into a luxurious part of the globe. Oh so comfortable. Learn to know no bounds, to see everything, to hear every opinion whether grand or small. You should keep days for when fear takes over, when hatred bubbles, when doubt and conceit creep in and your soul invites them. The rain may move you, but it may leave you completely still. For much of the way you will be alone. You will lie. One day you will see the end to this unsure beginning. The journey rests with you, whether you embark or not. Whether your eyes will be curious or your soul chained.

You will not meet people who know your name, so you must teach them. Kindness may evade or empty uncontrollably on you. You must search, from now until the end, for those who are honest, who are true, who will show you that whatever you learn from now will never be enough. There is only so much time that can be covered up with your veil of ignorance.