My daily aphorisms. Reflections on life, death, beauty, change, love, happiness, etc., written in a poetic and whimsical style.
That's very deep in many different directions..
I know. I was that puppet.
Could you, please, lend me a pair of scissors???
The little puppet stumbled many times, and got very weary and the puppet master said 'come back to me, I will love you better this time and give you shiny new strings'. The puppet thought about it, looked at the puppet master, and said 'I would rather crawl on my knees for the rest of my life than have your strings back.' Then it went quiet and a big sunbeam shone down on the puppet as she slowly stood up and very gently, put one foot in front of the other until she was able to walk all the way to the divorce court. Today that little puppet can run, skip and jump and if she falls down, can get up all on her own.Smiles and blessings
This is a great metaphor for parents letting their kids fly the nest to independence and self reliance.
Some puppets grow too big for the strings to hold them and they break naturally. Of course, once a puppet is stringless, what does one call it?
"Cutting The Strings" A Song"There now, they've all gonealmost as if they never had beenI turn my eyes backwards and I gaze into my own gazeI turn my eyes inwards and I gaze into my own faceI built my prison stone by stonehow many useless knots I tiedI dug the pitfalls in my pathhow many useless tears I criedhere to build in worlds of beautyno-one made a joy a dutyno-one, no-one but meI saw the birds that flew so freeI envied them their grace divineI saw the dancer's airy stepstheirs was a different world than minehere to build in worlds of gloryno-one made my sad sad storyno-one, no-one but mewhen useless walls come tumbling downsparrows will sing on the fallen stonesAdam will pull the knife from his browEve will lick the salt from his woundsfree to make my own tomorrowfree to free my heart from sorrowfree to hear and smell and seefree to be me, free to be free"
We're not just slaves of our DNA and past experiences...What cuts the strings of our limiting beliefs? Maybe that question will open another aphorism from your creative awareness n.p. Thanks for another startling aphorism- it makes me feel string-free just reading it.
Great idea. We must all learn independence. The question is who cut the strings and why?
I enjoy the thought that in-spite of our strings we can still achieve if we just have faith that we can live without them. Thanks be well
Cut those strings yourself, and then learn to dance to your own music rather than all those melodies of other times that endlessly float through your head.
Amazing metaphor. You just reminded me of Khalil Gibran somehow. Kiss you dear!