security of life
Just now, here - in this very moment, I've happened upon a bit of relevation.
I'm tired, exhausted. Done with complaining, trying to get someone to listen or pretend that they are. Done with crying out or speaking out -- or even fighting. Done being what I was for the past year, what I was for the past four, or what I've been for the past 21. Done with verses and reveries and shines built up to better things to make me somehow a better person. Done with being nice or good or bad or rude or gentle or harsh. Done being a label, a stereotype, a person that someone doesn't have to know because it's 'easy'. Done with all of that.
I'm just tired. I want to rest, relax, sit under a Greecian sun for a while and bask in the pure beauty of the fact that I -- an individual with individual dreams and individual hopes and individual failures -- am still alive.
We don't celebrate life anymore. We spend it. We charge it on credit and we throw it away like yesterday's trash -- purchasing a life at the cost of our souls. We pay it to the cashiers at our favorite stores. We sell it to the street vendors in Venice Beach and Tuscany. We put it in our wallets and in bank accounts and hope that one day we'll have saved up enough under someone else's protection that we'll have enough to get us half away around the world.
What we don't ever think about is that the othe half of the world is just behind us, if we'd just turn around to see it. If we just looked, we'd see the East where the sun rises meeting the West where the sun sets. We'd see the North where the compass points meeting the South where the poles freeze. We'd see the world changing all around us, never the same one moment to the next. And we'd realize we were hoarding and spending our lives like oil companies do their natural resources. We'd find that we've stopped living, like a petrified tree - just sitting there, solid as stone in our social securities with our 501K's and our USDA's and our NIN's and our PIN's and our VIN's...and we think we've got life all figured out and sorted.
But we aren't even living it anymore. We're spending it like cash, charging it like a debit card, saving it like our annual bonuses, and hoarding it like a stock-up for the end of the world. We aren't really living anymore. We're just waiting...waiting for something.
But what we're waiting for, what will wake us up, what'll get us living again? Who knows -- only pray it comes quickly, before we run ourselves into extinction.
-RK
I'm tired, exhausted. Done with complaining, trying to get someone to listen or pretend that they are. Done with crying out or speaking out -- or even fighting. Done being what I was for the past year, what I was for the past four, or what I've been for the past 21. Done with verses and reveries and shines built up to better things to make me somehow a better person. Done with being nice or good or bad or rude or gentle or harsh. Done being a label, a stereotype, a person that someone doesn't have to know because it's 'easy'. Done with all of that.
I'm just tired. I want to rest, relax, sit under a Greecian sun for a while and bask in the pure beauty of the fact that I -- an individual with individual dreams and individual hopes and individual failures -- am still alive.
We don't celebrate life anymore. We spend it. We charge it on credit and we throw it away like yesterday's trash -- purchasing a life at the cost of our souls. We pay it to the cashiers at our favorite stores. We sell it to the street vendors in Venice Beach and Tuscany. We put it in our wallets and in bank accounts and hope that one day we'll have saved up enough under someone else's protection that we'll have enough to get us half away around the world.
What we don't ever think about is that the othe half of the world is just behind us, if we'd just turn around to see it. If we just looked, we'd see the East where the sun rises meeting the West where the sun sets. We'd see the North where the compass points meeting the South where the poles freeze. We'd see the world changing all around us, never the same one moment to the next. And we'd realize we were hoarding and spending our lives like oil companies do their natural resources. We'd find that we've stopped living, like a petrified tree - just sitting there, solid as stone in our social securities with our 501K's and our USDA's and our NIN's and our PIN's and our VIN's...and we think we've got life all figured out and sorted.
But we aren't even living it anymore. We're spending it like cash, charging it like a debit card, saving it like our annual bonuses, and hoarding it like a stock-up for the end of the world. We aren't really living anymore. We're just waiting...waiting for something.
But what we're waiting for, what will wake us up, what'll get us living again? Who knows -- only pray it comes quickly, before we run ourselves into extinction.
-RK
1 Thought(s):
Is there an ATM nearby? I need to refill my wallet with life.
Pardon me, but this card didn't go through, you don't have any soul left over.
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