If Humpty Dumpty knew any better...eggs wouldn't taste so good.

Something caught my eye tonight.  It was a moth perched on the glass exit door.  It's little anteni were twitching around like it was trying to see through into the theatre, like it knew something better was just lurking around the corner.  It got me thinking about humanity and how we are exactly like that moth.  It always seems like we're waiting for someone to open that door.  Like we could sit staring into someone else's future for the rest of our lives, content with what we see but willing it to open for us to be involved, to be better.  The grass is always greener, it seems.  But what if the weeds are the thing we need to survive?  When the door finally opens and we are sucked into the unknown by the force how do we know what to do when pushed inside?  Isn't this what we were waiting for?  We hop from one star to the next wishing for something to guide us.  For something to just be right.  The challenge is gone with this generation.  Each bright yellow star is the mirrage to a better life.  The misguided wishes we set to the Universe could never be answered in the way we would want.  We are forced to the light once again but are now trapped in our fortunes.  The escape is much harder than the initial fall.  The door may swing out but the pocket created is a suctioned off wall that is too great to break through on our own.  We are again proven undesirable by the gods of all wisdom.  Let it be our decision to land on the fence overlooking the other side.  Never to cross over, but to just imagine our life to be that way...then throw all caution to the wind and, turn around and walk back into your own excistence.  You can never be happy or fullfilled if you were to jump.  You will always be forced to look over the fence.