“What do you see, children?” asked the old man. “Here in the town square, what is it that you see?”
“I see lots of people, silly.” said the first child.
“I see some buildings, and the walk over there.” said the second child.
“I see you, and my friends. and some strangers” said the third child.
“Yes, you see the square. but what do you see, children? What is the purpose of this place?”
“Well, some people try to become popular. Some others try to share some ideas”
“I see people confused, looking for help. Some people help, but some do not.”
“I don’t like this place, there’s too many bullies and mean people.”
“I see,” the old man said, stroking his beard.
“What do you see mister?” asked the first child.
"Me? I do not know what I see.
I have seen many things take place here, some of it inspiring and uplifting. Other times I’ve seen frustrating and depressing clashes. I used to know what I saw, but so much has transpired I no longer recognize what I see. Where there was enlightenment there is now conflict, where there was friendship there is now disgust. Sometimes I wonder why I still come, and some days I am well rewarded. Some days new bonds are formed, other days new ideals come to fruition. I have seen many figures come and go, some my most trusted friends, others my bitterest enemies, but those days where a familiar face departs from us are some of the saddest times I’ve ever experienced. It can be hard to look forward for new friendships when all I can find is hate, but I always come back, hoping that something may have changed, or that someone has seen the pain of another.
Some days I wish things were like older times, I had friends here that have been long been gone from this place, and there was less bitterness among the people. Other days I hope against all the odds that the future holds more fortune than the past ever did. I cannot always see the path ahead, but I can hope for change, and enjoy what there is to be enjoyed in the meanwhile. I’m sorry for throwing all this onto you out of the blue, children. Perhaps I might leave myself, and return when times are different. For now though, I think I’ll stay, I would rather not put others through the absences I’ve lived with.
Thank you for listening to an old man’s ramblings, children. Maybe you will remember this someday, and it may help. How? I do not know. But the future is vast, many things can happen."
What do you see? What is the purpose of this place? Why do you come here? Why do you keep coming back?
I hope someday a spark of clarity comes to me, all I can find is contradiction and disappointment.