Two Garbage Cans and a Flower, a Perspective?

Welcome to Monday! Happy TIM or if you wish, Thankful It's Monday, or just tell me to shut up and move on with your life, lol. Today I have the day off, the season has slowed down, and I have more time to write, just for YOU! So let me get into it, and pull you into a world that is misunderstood, ill aligned with the masses and my opinion from the deepest abyss of my dark mind...

Imagine you've entered a monochromatic room. The door behind you creaks shut, locking, and you turn around to see there's words shakily painted on the door: Pick one of these items to define the rest of your life, and the reality that surrounds you. You turn around and the smell is putrid, flies buzz around what you're looking at. Aligned with one another are two garbage cans and a flower dazzling and bright in the center. According to the door you have to pick one of the three.

You walk up to one garbage can, eyes watering, and cover your nose with your shirt. You reach out to touch the trash on the top, trying to avoid the ooze, and just before you reach it, you pull your hand back because you don't want to make the wrong decision. The choice is yours, so be selective. The other garbage can is infused with maggots crawling on the top, you can hear their soft white skin as they wriggle through one another in a maze of confusion. You're standing in front of the can thinking: What if it's a trap, what if I pick the flower and life sucks? You step back, and then look at the flower. Every sense in your being is immersed into the many valleys and peaks of the exquisite splendor, surrounded by a scent that overpowers the garbage cans.

This life gives everything from shitty people, bleak illusions, and even prevarications spoken (to deviate from truth), to the slightest shrinkage in social circles. Does the negative actions of others matter? Does the shitty treatment handed down like a poorly gifted present mean something? I have learned to be more introspective, to give happy thoughts to those who have done me wrong. I have learned to pick the valley of that flower waiting in the middle of the garbage cans, because this, this is the way to move forward, to eliminate ill feelings and to define my own purpose driven life and reality. Which would you chose if given the option? Leave a comment below...

If you want more, you're at the right place. This is my home on the web, a happy place where I share EVERYTHING! I hope you're making good choices, or are doing that which brings you bliss and that you're kind in the process. Look at every perspective in this sometimes too cruel of a world. Be careful, selective and deliberate in what you pick it could define the rest of your life it you let it pull you down.

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Tim Eagle

Tim Eagle is an author of the novellas Stolen Seed, Life Ship, and the Vasectomus Collection. He lives full time, on the road, with his wife, Maria and their dog, Cocoa. He grew up in Michigan and is inspired by the dysfunction of America. His books are available on Amazon, godless and this site timeaglefiction.com 

Two Garbage Cans and a Flower