Self-Erasing Slate

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22 April 2017 Saturday

7:43am

“You can’t erase a blank slate.”

It’s lyrics from a song Danielle was singing to herself last night. It boomed at me. Um… I have a feeling this is going to be a short post.

Why do you say that?

I think I already know the answer to my own question.

What’s your question?

What does “You can’t erase a blank slate” mean?

Alright. What does it mean?

It means, there’s nothing to clean if one haven’t really created anything.

Now you got Me, dear one. What does that mean?

The world is a blank slate. But some of us are afraid to step out into the world because…well, maybe for several reasons. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of responsibilities, fear of criticism, fear of what others may think of us, especially when it concerns our loved ones. And many, many more reasons. The list is endless!

You know very well, my dear, that there is only one reason to sum up all of those you have mentioned.

Yeah. Fear. Anyway. So one can’t erase a blank slate because there’s nothing on the slate. There’s just air or thoughts or figments of the imagination hovering above that slate. Including dreams and aspirations that are waiting to be fulfilled. To me, every morning is a blank slate. Because yesterday’s gone. It doesn’t exist. It’s just air. I get up from bed and there right in front of me is a blank slate. Waiting to be filled with anything and everything I want. I don’t even have to erase it. It’s self-erasing.

Oh, I see. It’s a self-erasing slate. Does everybody have one?

Of course. But some people choose to switch off the self-erasing mode. So it gets filled up and congested with the past. So there’s no room for new stuff.

Hm…and a self-erasing switch. What other features does it have?

Oh, well. It’s white. You know, like a white board. And it comes with rainbow markers so you can use any colour you want! Draw your dreams and future plans with as many colours as you like! Um…I think this metaphor is getting ridiculous. I should stop.

Never ever stop, my child.

Okay.

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