Dependent Origination

The Stolen Child

Posted on: February 7, 2010

by Keith Donohue

I love this book. Overall it is about coming of age, about finding one’s own identity. For me, it reads mostly like a story about courage. To find an identity, you have to have courage to face the past. Face all the wrong decisions you have made and the consequences they introduce and the effects on where you are at this point of time in life. That is not an easy thing to do. It requires honesty, a complete honesty to oneself.

Back to the holiday season or some usual parties around. We meet people and we tell them something about ourselves. Sometimes trivial things, mostly things that do not matter to anyone. We meet up friends and tell them stories and what happened in life. Sometimes it is not trivial things but still it is a version to tell other people. To say it serves a particular purpose would be exaggerating. In the end we tell because we want to and we need comforts or attention. But are we manipulating the words and sequences and happenings that we tell others so that it can be true in a more preferable way in real life? It is not outright lying. In fact, it is more like wishful thinking. We tell people the things we wish to be true. Sometimes we are so good that we ourselves would start to believe in the version we tell other people.

Sometimes this can do good since we could selectively edit out the parts that we don’t want and only keep the parts that we can accept. It at least helps getting along with the flow. But the truth will catch up in the end. Lying to others is hard and lying to self is even harder. Time reveals. Heart never heals with lies or manipulations. Sometimes we are so steeped in the perception we created that we forget what it is really like. At the moment of introspection, it could be very confusing or very lost.

Then comes courage. Aniday, or Henry Day, they led lives that plagued them and made them always questioning the alternatives, the paths never partook and the lives that were taken away from them by fate. They were normal human boys that were kidnapped by changelings and therefore had to wait for decades for their turn to come back to the human society they so longed for but with a secret to keep for life and heavy emotional luggage to dredge through. In the end, they confronted each other and made decisions to accept. That is the moment when the heart leaps with hope and life opens up, finally. Without the courage to face their past, they would forever cower in a dark corner and long for things that can never be theirs.

One can only applaud such courage and hope it comes when needed.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

February 2010
M T W T F S S
« Jan   Apr »
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728

Twitter

  • is looking at other people's intentions, not their capabilities, and feeling much happier every day :) 11 months ago
  • is planning on how to spend the next two weeks until the new year, at home. 11 months ago
  • is going to have human company for Thanksgiving; a rare event for the past like twenty years. 1 year ago
  • living by myself again; a strange feeling in a bustling city with thirteen million people 1 year ago
  • just came back home after sixteen days on the road; when i set out, the plan was a mere three-day trip 1 year ago

Flickr Photos

IMG_3150

IMG_3175

IMG_3169

IMG_3139

IMG_3120

IMG_3111

IMG_3086

IMG_3079

IMG_3054

IMG_3048

More Photos
%d bloggers like this: