Steps

I have lately found myself searching for an unnatural, unattainable goal. Yet it seems my soul depends on it. It is not so much an item as a view.

The object of my search? Steps. The product of man’s attempt to subdivide the continuous processes of life into a series of attainable goals; his futile attempts to make order in an outwardly chaotic world.

Steps are unnatural divisions in continuous processes. They were never meant to be. Yet we persist in trying to understand our surroundings. We label, categorize and analyze, and still we do not, no, can not comprehend them.

            We are such products of our culture that many, including myself, feel that we cannot exist without steps, a simple, monochrome path condensed from the messy colours of life. But we can’t always live this way. The path may end, or we may eventually reject it as the trite instructions of less intelligent or informed men.

When this time comes, you must, as others, take one of the hardest steps you have ever followed: You must step into the truth; the vague grey that is only shaded from our eyes by the black and white lenses we willingly don for the sake of simplicity and order. So step out, into the chaos: It’s better on the outside.

for Pickles