Pandora’s Box by Regina Weston
Once upon a time there was a young lady by the name of Esther. She was an introverted person but a talented and insightful individual. She loved to read and write. When she read and wrote, she would become the characters in the book or in the ones she created with her pen.
On this particular day, with a book in hand she walked to the woods, as she often did to find a shaded area to sit down and lose herself in reading or her thoughts. As she walked along a familiar trail, something caught her eye. It was a box, she realized as she got closer to it.
Curious, she picked up the box and began to inspect it. It was formed like a Rubik’s cube, and rotated back and forth like one as well. She twists and turned it and became amazed that with every spin this box presented a new game, a game of life. Intrigue, she sat down on the ground and leaned against a tree, not realizing that she was being put in a trance by the box, which is called Pandora’s Box.
She began to talk to it. “Okay, Pandora’s Box, tell me something.”
“Well, before I grant your request, I must first warn you, things that you’re about to hear and see may not always be pleasant to the ears and eyes. Therefore once I have your consent, I will proceed but with caution. Do you want me to go further?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Well, as you look into Pandora’s Box, you’re not going to like what you see, to live in a world that is filled with peace and harmony. It is an illusion and Pandora’s Box will give you sneak previews of that. Let’s began with the word love. This is a word that is used a lot but some people love is filled with hate, they steal, lie, murder and rape.
“The bible says be fruitful and multiple, but our children are being aborted daily, ripped from the wombs of their mothers for one reason or another. And the babies that are born into this world, some are killed because they cry, they cry.
They’re neglected, left in foster care homes to raise themselves or on the streets to survive or on their own or just left to die. They advertise feed the hungry people all day long but food is being thrown in the garbage daily. Many are destitute, alone in need of rations. But people would rather feed the garbage can for free, before they would the needy.
Some struggle to survive one day at a time, while the rich enjoy the finest things in life and the poor and poorer gets to enjoy the scraps. The rich gives to organized charities to make themselves look good in the news but the real charity cases are in the slums and the hood.
They say that you can be what you want to be in America; the land of the free, but the obstacles gets greater when your color is darker then ivory. Oh, yes, discrimination and hate still exist, ask the parent’s of the black boys and girls that has died on the streets or hung from trees.
Hate can be packaged with a smile and a grin but with the stroke of a pen one’s life can end, unjustly sent to death, or a prison cell. A stroke of pen can give a life or end one, don’t fool yourself.
Tuition gets higher every day, new requirement just to enter in the door of education. We’d rather fight senseless wars in the name of peace while still killing each other in the front and back yards of our own streets. Such hypocrisy…”
“I have seen and heard enough, Pandora’s Box. What you have said rings with much truth, now I know that I must create my own Pandora’s Box. I choose not to be placed in someone’s box, of what is, or should be because I have a choice. And intend to use it wisely for the better of me and mankind.
For one can chase a thousand but two can put ten thousand to flight and with the strokes of my pen it will speak life and create it too. You just watch and see. We all have a right to the tree of life but it all depends on the choices we make, in this life. I will express to all that enters my life that we have to create so that we can escape the hate that is hidden in Pandora’s Box.”
We all can create our own Pandora’s Box. Pursue the right things, go about it in a truthful manner and look and hope for the best. Life happens, to all of us, but the way we deal with it, it’s up to you.