The real trouble comes from not knowing what we really want in the first place

mismatched eyes

He looks at me with those mismatched eyes of his, pretending he’s as guileless as a newborn babe, but while my father might have made some mistakes in his life, raising me to be stupid wasn’t one of them.

“If you’d wanted to,” I say, “we could have found Kokopelli weeks ago.”

The medicine flute is still playing, soft as a distant breeze. It’s always playing when I’m here – never close by, but never so far away that I can’t hear it anymore.

“You could take me to him right now… if you wanted to.”

“The thing is,” Coyote says, “nothing’s as easy as we’d like it to be.”

“Don’t I know it,” I mutter, but he’s not even listening to me.

“And the real trouble comes from not knowing what we really want in the first place.”

“I want what I want – to find Kokopelli, or whatever it is playing that flute.”

by Charles de Lint (born 22 December 1951)
from The Ivory and the Horn (1996)
Chapter – Where Desert Spirits Crowd the Night
image – purplbutrfly

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One Response to “The real trouble comes from not knowing what we really want in the first place”

  1. Juanita Says:

    Isn’t that the truth. Indecision really does scupper forward motion in some of the worst ways.

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