I stopped saying and thinking, even as a joke, or just for the hell of it, that I can’t believe my eyes, stopped disbelieving, because I am a true belieber. It serves nothing good.
What, I disbelieve the capabilities that are hidden within the spirit that dwells in every one of us? Though it has been buried under darkness in countless many. Still it’s there, birthing more darkness and generating more misery because of how corrupted their spirits are becoming. I no longer care for disbelief. The wonderful things that I see, the symbols and the signs that I witness daily. I am satisfied. For how long will I remain in disbelief, asking for more and more signs here and there, like a to be witness, a new believer. I know for certain that it is not that I don’t believe. Perhaps it’s my forgetful nature, but maybe its a fear of taking full control of the wheel.
For God’s sake, I rode next to this man that looked close to Morpheus, Mr. Fishburn. I was his third ride and it was his first day on the Uber job. Doesn’t end there, we passed by this broken down truck with Matrix written across it, light blue and colors fading, and the day before, and one before, I come across products in my hands with NEO on them.
If I had to guess, I would suppose these are symbols. If I were fearful and paranoid, I would take it in a bad way; however I am not. So I will say that these are outward symbols reminding me that my is awake, and my mind is forever free from artificial control, whatever noise is pumped out. The truck wad broken after all.
Ain’t I a stinker