The Skeptic:
Life with the Skeptic is safe.
Little ventured - little lost. The Skeptic is cacooned
in a wrap of self protecting concern, and a world
of potential hurt is locked out by evaluation, reevaluation,
and critique.
A Skeptic lives in each of us. She rears her ghastly
head and invokes shudders of fear. Like Medusa,
she turns our experiences to stone, and leaves behind
a trail of dead statues. She is the source of our
loss of adventure. She is the reason we have not
capitalized on potential investments. She is our
apathy, and our indifference. Through her we have
lost loves, missed opportunities, and stood still
when we should have run. Because of her we are languishing
in mediocrity. We mourn the days we listened to
her advice and played it safe.
The Skeptic rises early, yet never catches the worm.
The worm is not safe, you see.
Yet, we love the Skeptic. She surrounds our little,
lonely world with careful consideration, and always
remembers our best interests. Through her we have
averted calamity and heartache. She has saved us
uncounted thousands of dollars, and kept us free
from relationships of bondage and abuse. We are
proud of her keen common sense, and we live in the
safety of decisions she has made.
She is our friend, and yet she is our foe. In one
experience she has saved our lives, and in the next
unbearably restricted our freedom. We live in uncomfortable
struggle with the Skeptic. She is hated and she
is cherished.
She is the wise one, but she is the self-serving
one.
She is always present, but we can not live with
her, and we can not live without her.
The Trusting One:
Little ventured - little gained.
The Trusting One sees potential around every corner.
She is the optimist, and she is the risk taker.
She is hopelessly hopeful, and the source of our
deepest wounds.
Life with the Trusting One is dangerous.
The Trusting One peeks out beneath her batting eyes
like Mata Hari, and seduces us with her promises
of love, and adventure, of gain, and of security.
Yet, she is a clumsy profiteer. Her sources leave
us half-informed. Her information is unsubstantiated.
Her news is old - already the chatter of gossip
circles.
The Trusting One opens her door to every visitor.
Thieves and friends enter alike.
Yet, we yearn for the Trusting One to have her way
with us. Our heart beats with her passion for life.
She is the source of found love. She is the reason
for our successes. Her adventurous spirit has led
us to the best life has to offer.
Life with the Trusting One is full of joy, and full
of sorrow. Our greatest gains, and our deepest hurts
are found in her impetuous ways. She leads us to
ecstasy, and abandons us in impossible situations.
Life and death are in her hands. Yet her skills
are poor, and she plays with death like dice on
the table, and when they’ve rolled against
us, she sneaks out leaving us in debt.
The Trusting One is a seductive, but childish lover.
She is the adventurous one, but she is the naive
one.
She is always present, but we can not live with
her, and we can not live without her.
