The Curtain has been pulled back and The Great Oz has been revealed. He is just a man. Some may think it a travesty that he hid behind a curtain while trying to be Great and Powerful. Some were relieved to see that minor miracles were created by "just a man". In the end all needed to look inside their heads for the answers they were seeking. Could they have avoided the perils of flying monkeys, falling houses, and synchronized dancing if they simply looked inward from the start? Yup. So which is the right thing to do? Live the life without thought, or try to find meaning in the things you do? If I only had a brain...
There have been times that I have felt jealousy for the people who live without thought. How nice it would be to not always strive for better, to be perfectly content with the lot I have. I might even sleep better at night. But then I think about all that I would lose if I approached life in such a meaningless way. The joys I gain from pondering the reasons behind human action. The questions that turn into stories. The poetry I read. The people I love.
I dread a life where I am without introspection.
What if Sir Isaac Newton simply ate the apple instead of thinking about it? Not by any means do I compare myself to such great masters. But if contemplating a connection between thinner thighs and enlightenment brings me joy, then am I not enjoying life itself?
When I laugh with my children over having to take cold showers because I could not pay the gas bill this month, are we enjoying life less because we found humor in strife?
The curtain has been pulled back and I am just a woman. But like the Great And Powerful Oz, I see myself as oh so much more.
