Today I want to talk about strangers.
We live in a world full of strangers. They walk amongst us, thinking all sorts of thoughts and guess what: You’re never going to know what goes on in another person’s head.
Just stop it, right now. Stop thinking that you’ll ever know anything outside of yourself. It’s an impossible feat. A task unworthy of your time and energy. When it really comes down to it, we are all strangers on a train to nowhere. Maybe you think they have got it all figured out. You know who I’m talking about. Them. They. Others. Not you basically.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Shout it out loud if that helps. The smartest person in the room is the smartest person in the room because you gave them that title. At this current moment in time I work in a profession where everyone is clawing for that title in particular. I sit in the back of every staff meeting watching the birds pick at each other, grasping for worms.
Sometimes, when the moment drifts and their voices mute I can see right through the walls to the trees outside. The wind scrapes against the leaves and wisps by my face with an exciting aura of unpredictability. That’s when I know they have no idea.
I’m back. I smile, and I know what really matters. Me. My thoughts. The mirror that makes me is the one I choose to look at, not the other way around.
As I continue to listen I am no longer afraid of my own voice. My mouth opens. I speak. And it really does not matter what these strangers fucking think of me.
I think the secret to life is defeating your brain. The one you never designed in the first place.
Meet me at the edge
when the world is flat once again
when everything just stops
for me to catch my breath
On my way to meditation class I felt the urge to drive into a tree. On the way home I just wanted to drive.
Some days are like that. It’s like experiencing blindness with too much visual stimulation. Walking around as the ultimate contradiction.
Meditate. Strip it all away. Peel back all the pieces you thought really mattered and stop to feel the ground beneath your feet. Don’t just know that it’s there like some concept you can analyse.
At least once a day, find the truth behind all the ideas.
At least once a day, find some time to find you.
I have become accustomed to solitary days
like the leaf that says goodbye
without meaning to fall away
What is it that makes you rage
when you should swallow my tears
consuming them as your own
as I once did
when I breathed your blood
and walked with your steps
a faithful fetus
you promised to keep warm
-I deserve more
the world has made us strangers
lips without lipstick
and I am without a name
what will they call me when my life is spent?
when I am buried
cast out into the wind
for there are no mirrors beyond the time of death
the earth cannot validate this mind
that cries out for a compliment
the wind cannot caress this face
when all I am is ash
and so do my tastes
for there is something so beautifully human
about all the different choices
that I make
-nothing ugly on this screen
Quitting isn’t easy. Staying isn’t easy either.
One will make you happier tomorrow.