What makes a thing get written, produced, discovered or not? What makes one worthy of effort and another passed by for convenience sake? If it does not exist already can it be determined and brought forth? Is it possible to imagine a thing can be, can come to pass, with some impetus to make it so?
The sun returns each morning to remind us that it is. Then as we admire that it is, we ask why it is. Where has it been, what is its origin and a myriad of other inquisitive questions. Likewise we notice the spider’s web which was removed yesterday, back in full glory intricately strung between two inconvenient places.
On and on it goes throughout our day. Each event, each object in our life is examined and reevaluated by our recollections and expectations. What caused it to be? What caused the cause of it to be caused? Every thought and deed has an origin. Every origin has a source. Eventually the source is either determined to be or it is accepted that it cannot be known yet with the information which has been gathered.
Where do my thoughts originate? Am I only the accumulation of the experiences of my life and from that fountain am I putting forth?
If I saw in others what others see in me, how compatible would I find their view to be? Could I even agree with me? The me that I think I am is not always presented and received as I think it is. Have you ever recorded yourself speaking aloud and played it back to listen to your own voice from an outside perspective? I seem to sound a lot different to me on playback than I do when I am listening and speaking within the same head. The same may be true when I am presenting myself to others. I see one thing, perhaps they see another.
So as I show you the me I hope you will see, you filter me through the you whom you are and redefine the the me I see into the me I will be when seen through your eyes. There is one truth, one reality. It is seen only through the eyes of Him who has made all. It is unfiltered, real, raw and truth. And as best as I know, I want to be as transparent and real before you as I am before Him.
And in my hidden heart, I wonder if you see the me I want you to see?