We are storytellers,
drawing conclusions
from an assumed reality,
connecting dots from random characters,
who like to talk back.
We are fortune tellers,
predicting tomorrow,
with an over zealous confidence
that is prejudiced
and a caricature of yesterday.
Yet still, we are storytellers
filing our words under non-fiction,
where truth is reality,
dreams are dishonest,
and words are as dogmatic
as our thoughts
that we don’t know where they came from,
nor where they belong.
Lewis Walddren 
“We are fortune tellers”- I like that line. We are not aware of how our words impact our environment and ourselves. Very true.
Thanks Maja. Its an interesting concept isn’t. It’s something we don’t often think about, but we tell ourselves little stories every day to justify our actions, interpret our environment or deal with uncertainty. This no doubt stems from our instinct for survival, but if we are not aware of it, we can quickly fall victim of creating a false reality.
Exactly, and I like how you managed to capture that observation in your poem. Eventually we become what we think – even quantum mechanics confirms 🙂
So true, “eventually we become what we think”. Now there is some wise words 😉
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