I wish I had a direct route to the hurt and pain that clouds almost every man. I’d take that route, march and fly and drive my way to the core, and I’d blow that place to pieces with one hundred tons of the world’s strongest dynamite.
It wouldn’t matter if I had to take a left on fear, or a right on hate to get to the house of hurt and pain. I’d take the difficult journey, knowing that these streets would crumble and disappear as soon as that house was gone. Once hurt and pain are extinct, there is no need for a road on fear or hate or anxiety to get you to and from them.
So I’ll destroy the house and stand nearby as it’s consumed by smoke and flames. Then I will turn around, stroll toward the boulevard where love will take me to peace, which intersects with happiness at some point along my way.
I’ll tear the old map to pieces, eradicating any evidence that hurt and pain once soiled the land. That way, no man will know the coordinates to visit the place where they once stood and reigned over us all. A new map will be drawn through streets where we are willing to help each other out and where hope and love guide us toward better, calmer lives. We will walk with peace in our hearts and our minds. We will no longer stand in the blackened distance, angrily eyeing the house of happiness where so few can seem to sleep and play. No, we will live in the house where happiness pours from the shower spouts and blankets the floors.
And when we pass by out-of-town visitors, wandering lost, we will happily stop to help them and show them the way.
– Written by Miss A on September 7, 2011