Once upon a time I stood in line, no interjection of any kind, listened to my elders though their teachings weren't always clear, had respect even when it was clear that it wasn't always shared. Being taught everyone's version, tested everyone's cure, thought I was doing the right thing, steadfast life ahead, filled with blessings I was sure.
Once upon a time, turned into yesterday, once upon a time turned into now, I questioned their teachings after failing to see results, I got greeted with disgust, laughter, and hypocrisy, yet no answer left their mouths.
Insults from the ones who teach, yes, Insults, they labelled me as rude, because I stripped their doctrine and left it in the nude.
Their confusion could've lead to my doom, for more and more I became consumed, knitted in their doctrines slowly it became my only truth. Luckily through the pain I got lessons that were taught, some without a single word, lessons that came naturally upsetting their course, a course set for my entrapment, a trail of lies and deceit, presented so nicely like fine aging cheese.
Once upon a time I learned I was never blind, and started to remove the tacks they've used to seal my eyes, ripped off the blinkers that blocked some of my vision, washed my eyes of their sticky lies, so that once upon a time, was left behind, and I started my journey, one new step at a time.
By Paul B. Peddie
July 28, 2017.
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