Truth and Beauty

I am discarded, neglected, rejected.  Ignored. Though I have lived a full life.  I have been useful, functional, fun. Valuable. I lived to be helpful.

But the truth? I am no longer an asset.

Once, I believed there was beauty in truth. But really, in truth there is no beauty.

*****

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45 comments
    • Janet said:

      thanks. I think if I’d had more time I might have changed it into a poem. I think I might explore the truth and beauty theme again somewhere else.

  1. Tom Poet said:

    There is beauty in truth or I would not attempt to write. I enjoyed this

  2. Steph Medeiros said:

    Oh my…great post. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help feeling a little pitiful whenever I see abandoned inanimate objects. I was nearly reduced to tears once when I saw an old teddy bear on the side of the road. :*(

    • Janet said:

      It reminds me of an old IKEA commercial where a person is throwing away an old desk lamp and the lamp looks so sad, sitting by the side of the curb.

    • Janet said:

      Hopefully at the end, the “truck” will feel the beauty too, however at the moment bitterness and the rejection and neglect over rides all other emotion.

  3. Russell said:

    A line from a country song, “I may be used, but I ain’t used up.” This morning I googled Chevy Apache pick-up. You should see some of the beautiful restorations. Somewhere there’s somebody that would love to have this rusty old wreck and give her a new life.

    Your story, though has a lot of merit. I recall my Father saying some of those exact words about himself when he began to lose the ability to do some of the things he had always taken for granted. He was very depressed. The truth is not always pretty, but it’s still the truth.

    thanks for taking the time to read mine.
    http://russellgayer.blogspot.com/

    • Janet said:

      I can relate to some of what you’re saying. When my mother retired she was terrified she wouldn’t be useful anymore and was desperate to find some kind of work where she was still viewed at contibuting.

    • Janet said:

      Okay, to make myself look like a total geek, part of the motivation for this story came from the phrase “Is there in truth no beauty?” which I believe was the title of an episode from the original Star Trek series.

    • Janet said:

      Thank you, I’ll be right over to read yours.

    • Janet said:

      Okay, I had to google “koan”. thank you!

    • Janet said:

      thanks Quill. I never thought about hosting a challenge but that’s an interesting idea and one that I’ll definately think about.

  4. crubin said:

    Although based on the image of the abandoned truck, I read your words and could imagine an old, neglected person speaking them. Lovely.

    • Janet said:

      I’m glad you picked up on the double meaning.

      • crubin said:

        I’m not as thick as I first appear 😉

    • Janet said:

      Thank you, that is very kind.

    • Janet said:

      Thanks. I’m a bit slow this weekend at reading other stories but I’ll be by soon.

    • Janet said:

      I don’t quite look like that either but like the truck., I think my rust is starting to show.

  5. That last two sentences were wonderful! Loved this piece. Thanks for sharing.

    • Janet said:

      Thanks Erin. I was just over at your blog reading yours. sorry it’s taken me so long to get there, I hope to get all caught up today.

  6. Lora Mitchell said:

    Hi Janet: The depth of meaning you are able to capture in only 50 words truly amazes me. How one turns a junky, ugly, old truck into poetry also amazes me … and you did just that. Nice job. Here’s mine:
    http://www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com

    • Janet said:

      Thanks Lora, I think I’ve always been a bit of a day dreamer and while that wasn’t helpful at work or school, it certainly helps with writing.

  7. Dear Janet,

    You captured something elusive with your minimalist take on the prompt. I could not help but h=think of the old folks homes I’ve visited while my father waited out his last days. Sad, sad, we are asleep here on this planet and I hope one day we wake up.

    Aloha,

    Doug

    • Janet said:

      Thanks Doug, that is the kind of thing I had in mind when I wrote the prompt.

  8. Madison Woods said:

    Janet it sounded very much like a poem even if not arranged in poem format. Very nice 🙂

    • Janet said:

      Ah, you noticted that did you? I rearranged it several times, not knowing what form suited it best.

  9. I so want to say something in defense of the old pick up ; (
    Nice postcard – made me feel . . .
    Great photo! I love photos of old pick ups and not so secretly would like a pick up some day!

    • Janet said:

      Yes, I think it needs to be defended!

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