Poor is the Soul of One...

I was sitting on my favorite armchair, enjoying my home baked chocolate chip muffin when I thought about a little incident. It happened over the past week.

There is no need for me to bring up the context of the incident. But ponder this... I consider the one who survives on absolutes and stereotypes a poor being living on the thin veneer of a so-called existence. Bankrupt is the soul of the one who makes assumptions of the things and people around one. For one cannot experience the truth of the other entity or being but muddle all the way through life, vacantly looking from a blinkered life of colored lenses.

We ask, is one who is always smiling truly happy? Is one who cries truly sad? Perhaps one is ignorant of the truth while the other feels the full emotions of being?

We question, is one who is hardworking truly diligent? Is one who sits motionless idle? Maybe one is clueless of convenience while the other understands the value of silence and observation?

Rather than making while guesses and false assumptions, might one be the richer for it if one were to experience the other with detachment and without prejudice.

The sooty exterior of the vanilla pod masquerades an intoxicating perfume. The dull countenance of honey belies its sweetness and nourishment. Both their true beauty cannot be known unless one encounters them that can only be enjoyed through an understanding.