Life as a metaphor


At times I think life is little more than a passing wisp of stagnant air, the only freshness others inhale is derived from enhanced accounts of misadventures. Like being on stage without the myopic script-prompter-girl at the footlights to save the scene from certain awkwardness I step into each scene completely unaware of the next lines. When events are dull a well conceived metaphor rescues me from another unimaginable stage death.

Perception is reality, I accept this axiom. Through the filter of rose colored metaphors I see excitement where others spy weary repetitions. So then, I am the reluctant captain casting my fortune on winds that urge my sails to uncharted waters. The sun has set its eyes north; warm intentions welcome the undiscovered country just out of view.

I offer the image of two lovers in peaceful slumber, a metaphor of two years colliding, the brief moment when mid-night and morning kiss. The passing year, bound to folklore, set these lovers on the same shore, the dawning year awaits the footlights and curtain, a mere proposal of acts and scenes to come.

I sleep with the reward of last year’s theatre and awake each morning to a dream come true… and that is my perception.

Life as a metaphor, care to elaborate?

Thanks for reading this far.


4 comments for “Life as a metaphor

  1. ugli
    January 4, 2008 at 8:43 pm

    and awake each morning to a dream come true… and that is my perception.

  2. ugli
    January 4, 2008 at 8:42 pm

    omg you are a fantastic poet

  3. Cassie
    January 3, 2008 at 6:12 am

    I don't think I am too good at metaphors but I love yours. It is so romantic. I loved reading about how you met your wife, courted, and fell in love. Beautiful blogs, I loved reading them.

  4. Tom West â„¢
    January 2, 2008 at 8:45 pm

    I ask you – what's a meta for? 🙂

    "Perception is reality" is an axiom my wife clings to. It is, of course, a truth to a degree – but she uses it to justify her unwillingness to budge from her point of view. The last time she told me that her perception is reality, I posed this question:

    "What if someone left you a death threat with a specific time and place that the deed would be done, and your perception is that the threat is fraudulent? Does that make the threat any less real?"

    In this moment, my truth is that we fear the unknown, but really that what we think of as "the unknown" is known to us as "something we can't control". The things we are unaware of that end up harming us do so because we weren't paying attention. We were lost in our own mind's repetitive background noise and missed it.

    Every lack in your life is due to the lack of attention.

    Your metaphor rings true to me – the 3D reality we walk around in each day is indeed a stage, and we tend to want to control every part of it rather than letting the scene change, the props change, and the actors play their part and then exit.

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