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Constructed from smoke and mirrors, us,
ideas floating around bodies,
expectations wherein others’ unfulfilled
desires, prejudices, hurts and dreams
hurled at us in continual bombardment
so we in the end do not know how or why
we possess our minds with determined drive
to become “successful” defined by they
who came before us in a long line of delusion.
Why did I “choose” to become a lawyer?
Because I argued my way through youth,
and my mother capped it all in a sigh,
“You should be a lawyer.
You always have to have the last word.”
Simple cause and effect?
A match of my talent with a career? No.
Parental desire, a definition of success,
a dream of security and hope for respect.
All myths. The mold makes more models.
An inundating lore trails every profession:
lawyers are sharks,
doctors have god complexes,
plumbers are slovenly,
and no one rises more than the level.
Human propensity to stereotype, shortcut,
satisfies a deep need and biological destiny
human patternicity or apophenia.
But the appalling truth, each arcs complexity
requires attention, examination, exploration
work, in other words, to evaluate
the fount each encountered being springs.
Only few venture willingly to invest time.
Thus, the disconnection prevalent
in polarized politics and social media,
hatred on roads, in parking lots and
on grocery store lines.
Sneers of indifference pollute.
The pool of difference is tepid.
Come in. The water’s fine.
In the gaze of the other 