The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and the Horse - A Reading

A Reading of The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and The Horse

> A magnificently honest rendering of low self esteem.

Thinking we are unloved and unlovable is endemic. What a state to be in. It breeds a constant need to give away parts of ourselves so that we feel loved and valued. When in truth, if someone truly loves and values us, they do not need what small treasures we have. We are enough all by being who we are. By existing. 

When we give of ourselves to get affection or acceptance or love, we enter a transaction. There's nothing inherently wrong with this, but if becomes how we identify ourselves, it can break us. It treads in to parasitic territory. How can love support a parasite? Love requires exchange. Perhaps in the short, it may not be balanced, but on a long enough timeline, it should be an even give and take. 

I care for you, you care for me. Our needs are met.

But in long-term relationships, patterns can form that are not healthy. They may form because one partner or the other just doesn't have what is needed to fill all our missing parts. It isn't their fault. They may even wish to be the parity to our broken. But a one legged man will not win a marathon against bipeds. 

So if we are in a committed imbalance, or not, we must learn to accept ourselves. If you and I can approve of who we are and find validation and acceptance, and not count on our second parties to fulfill us, then we can find peace. 

Or perhaps, you and I will find each other. Because—not because we wish harm, but because we vibrate at a frequency that feels incredibly lonely. And suddenly, there is a signal in the dark that we recognize. And we align with it. And we are made greater. Where other signals diminish us, we are suddenly enhanced. 

And made beautiful. 

And you may be made to feel bad as if this is evil or wrong. But how can love be wrong? If you are cold and you find a fire, is that wrong? 

This is not something I say lightly. It is dangerous territory to admit. 

The world is a cold place. Is not the true injustice to ask someone to stand in the cold because it is the right thing to do?

The Boy, the Mole, The Fox and the Horse is the kind of story that begs introspection. 

You, I hope, will see yourself in one of the characters. The wise, the broken, the hurt, the lost and the sage. You will probably realize you are some mixture of these. 

And I think that's beautiful. 

Let me go on this journey with you. If you can, support Charlie at Charliemackesy.com

I love you.

Love always, 

Wolf