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Are we destined to live happily
the basic nature of human mentality
or fated to wander wailing
torn from needed nurturing
but then what rare luxury
to walk with no responsibility
would the soul rather submit and connect
or speak freely a derived dialect

Some strange awake...

All of us were on a scavenger hunt out in the jungle. It was night and very hard to see. We were divided up evenly into teams and given numbered instructions on an ancient piece of parchment. Funny, though, that the instructions were in a strange code. Each team had to interpret the instructions before gathering what was on the list. There were disagreements between team members about what the symbols meant. There was competitive animosity between the teams as they scrambled to collect items. Sometimes teams were unsure what the symbols meant and sometimes they knew what to do and were proud. We placed our items in a coarse burlap sack and the sacks were collected before any of the teams could finish. A great fire appeared and the burlap sacks with all the items were thrown into the fire. As we watched our pain and labor consumed in flames, we realized that neither the interpretations, the tasks or the items mattered one bit. The important part was the journey.