Shaken to the Core
I'm to say, I'm always impressed by how unstable, weak, I am.
Most people are, I believe.
It only takes the right amount of words at the right time to throw someone off track.
Of course I may fall easier... after all, I can see the ripples. I see meaning where others see not. I see intentions where only words stand.
Everyday, every decision I plan to make, is followed by a flash. Think of it like this.
You're standing in the middle of a forest, and it is reasonably dark. There are four trails to follow from where you are. Each time you look into a direction, you see a vision as if you chose that way, and were going at a very high speed, with the trees in the path passing really fast. You can't make details of the path, but you can see some of the dangers, some of the challenges.
That is the main feeling of a ripple. When you make a decision, that wave of consequences that leaves you passes all around, changing things.
People like me can sense ripples. I could always tell when something odd was about to happen. I felt the ripple before the event. Now I'm not in the shape to do this.
But I still get shaken by some simple words, and glimpse through the ripples of these words, and follow the trail of meanings and consequences of this sentence, only to be reminded that in the end...
It is strange how we weave shreds of hope. Where we find reason to go on.
It is equally odd, to see a small shred being ripped from you, like a patch on a farmers pants being ripped away.
I know not what is sadder. To have lost, or not feeling too sad about the loss.
It was one of the few shreds I had left.
All because of one sentence.
Maybe I should stop looking into the meaning of things...