Follow The Truth

 

He promised if I followed all his strange cult rules my life would be amazing beyond my wildest dreams. I would know nothing but peace.  I was so gullible, I bought into the hype. I so wanted to believe that his lies were not filled with deceit. I wanted to know that I had a purpose on this journey here on Earth. He told us all that we were nothing without him. I struggled until I could bear it no more. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.

Written for Merril’s Prosery which asks us to utilize the line “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” from the poem ‘Possibilities’ by Wisława Szymborska into a short prose piece of 144 words or less.

Also written for Di’s Three Things Challenge.

JusJoJan – Jan. 6 – Possibilities

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Jill from J-Dubs Grin and Bear It  provided the prompt for today.

If you’d like to join in completing JusJoJan, Linda’s rules and ping back are here:  https://lindaghill.com/2020/01/06/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-6th-2020/

 

 

I am continuing with my thoughts from yesterday’s prompt. The prompt from yesterday was all about intentions. I wrote about all my good intentions that often go awry. Truth be told, they go amiss because I have too many possibilities to choose from.

Yesterday and today were family days. My daughter and 2 Zs spent the night. I took my daughter to the surgery center to have a procedure repeated. Her doctor wanted to see how things have changed or not changed in the past four years. We arrived with plenty of time to spare. The staff was kind and quick to ready things. All the necessary questions were answered. The procedure was completed swiftly, and she coughed herself into being awake. I was relieved when everything was finished.

We dropped by Robeks and got smoothies for her and the kids. The beverage felt good on her throat. The Zs were grateful for the morning surprise. They no longer carry pomegranate juice, so I skipped the smoothie.

After my daughter went upstairs for some more sleep, I presented the Zs with entertainment possibilities. They agreed to make me decorative steppingstones for my garden. Gloved and masked, they helped prepare the cement mixture. Z2 made hers first. She included her handprint and decorative stones. Z3 made his next and added shells and stones after his handprint was created.

After clean-up, they were eager to choose more possible activities. Z2 wanted to play on her phone and I agreed but with a time limit. Z3 was excited with the possibilities he knew he could choose from. I knew it would be some kind of board game. We played Sequence repeatedly. We played checkers. We played tic-tac-toe.

I had purchased a new outdoor game I thought the kids might enjoy. Z3 and I played numerous games of lawn darts. Z2 then came and played lawn darts with us. It was in the 70s and I was pleased that the kids were outside. The warm weather was a pleasant change. Both kids were anxious to remove the steppingstones so they could paint them. Z2 read that they needed 24 hours before removing them from the mold. I agreed to more inside game time when I grew tired of being in the sun. Before coming back in, Z3 decided to hula hoop for awhile. Little ones have unending energy.

Once inside, we played more Sequence and checkers. I admire the sportsmanship of the kids. Win or lose, they enjoy playing. We continued right up until it was time for me to make lunch.

My daughter joined us for some lunch. I limited their food possibilities because I was already tired. Luckily the majority wanted cheese quesadillas. I forget sometimes how growing kids have a bottomless stomach. I happily filled them up. I offered fruit to be added to their plate, but it was declined. At least they drank the Blueberry Naked Juice I bought for their visit.

Their family departed after packing up their belongings. I sent off a “care package” with them. The dog wanted to go outside and play with them before they left. It was a good visit.

I was hoping to choose from a multitude of possibilities of what to do with my time. However, less than five minutes after they left, my spouse drove up. I was back in a sharing space place. I am grateful I will have tomorrow to veg out and choose my own activities.