Saturday, October 13, 2012
The end...or is it the beginning?
Knowing oneself may be the single hardest thing to do in the world.
The power of writing
Oft times I find myself in a state of reflection, attempting to synthesize what's happened in my life, the lessons I should learn from those things, and what my journey may look like in the immediate future. At current, I'm struggling to make logical connections between these elements. I tend to become most reflective when alone, alone without a partner to allow me some purpose outside of myself.
I've recently been thinking of the human condition and what that looks like in different societies. As a person who makes an income that is well below the poverty line in the United States, but also a person of great luck in that I have few bills, I'm still living a comfortable life. My biggest worries are dealing with the emotional stress of a terminally ill father, and my personal struggle to find happiness. Admittedly the former issue is one that holds some gravity, but as I'm a person who accepts the process of living and dying, the greatest struggle is with how to get all the legalities dealt with while he's still around to answer questions. Truly not that earth-shattering of a hardship. The latter issue, in comparison to what others have to endure is trite. Here I am with all of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs met, and I'm so consumed with myself I struggle with emotional happiness. Seriously? My life is so fulfilled I must search for reasons to work on my happiness, I have the time to wonder aloud what I need to do to find this. Aren't there greater struggles in the world I should be putting my time and thoughts toward? Yes there are.
I love writing...here, the synthesis has happened. The lesson: how to have purpose outside of yourself and to not be so self absorbed. The journey: volunteer, get out of your own space and head, live for others whatever that means.
I've recently been thinking of the human condition and what that looks like in different societies. As a person who makes an income that is well below the poverty line in the United States, but also a person of great luck in that I have few bills, I'm still living a comfortable life. My biggest worries are dealing with the emotional stress of a terminally ill father, and my personal struggle to find happiness. Admittedly the former issue is one that holds some gravity, but as I'm a person who accepts the process of living and dying, the greatest struggle is with how to get all the legalities dealt with while he's still around to answer questions. Truly not that earth-shattering of a hardship. The latter issue, in comparison to what others have to endure is trite. Here I am with all of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs met, and I'm so consumed with myself I struggle with emotional happiness. Seriously? My life is so fulfilled I must search for reasons to work on my happiness, I have the time to wonder aloud what I need to do to find this. Aren't there greater struggles in the world I should be putting my time and thoughts toward? Yes there are.
I love writing...here, the synthesis has happened. The lesson: how to have purpose outside of yourself and to not be so self absorbed. The journey: volunteer, get out of your own space and head, live for others whatever that means.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
The Snow Flies and So Do You
It'll be a long winter without you
Cold feet and a shallow heart beat.
A heart seems to break harder when the weather turns harsher.
Your voice fills my ears and empties my soul
I only wanted you to pull me closer.
How to describe differently what has been written about for centuries?
A broken heart hurts the same, no matter the name.
A cold change
Heart beats, can't sleep
Tears stream, words scream
Faint smells bring me to my knees.
Returned your key to try to get you to agree things are not in line.
The time flies too slowly for my liking
The moon gleams to brightly to see the shadows that take you from me.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Not Knowing
Champagne sugar wouldn't do
She pretends chaos and sweat will discipline the monsters inside her
But tonight they were silent
Lethargic
Leaving her lost and drunk, pants-less in the yellow moon.
She pretends chaos and sweat will discipline the monsters inside her
But tonight they were silent
Lethargic
Leaving her lost and drunk, pants-less in the yellow moon.
Apathy
Wake child
Forest green perfume falls still on your bitter night
Time, tiny as a needle kiss
Seeps
Outraged by your rock-like eternity.
Forest green perfume falls still on your bitter night
Time, tiny as a needle kiss
Seeps
Outraged by your rock-like eternity.
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