Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Absurdity Of Chance

By pure chance, we were born into a country that is peaceful and free. By chance, others are born into violence and poverty, fear and war.
Instead of treating yourself to emotional reactions punctuated by hate and fear, absorb the absurdity of chance.
Do not relinquish your empathy. Fathers pass on the hurt that they neglect to heal. We all feel pain and chaos. We’ve all experienced varying degrees of anguish and despair.
We are all citizens of this world.
These are not problems we can fix with our hands. There are people who are aggressively unhappy, people who reserve the worst parts of themselves for others, people trafficking in lies.
People who keep evil in their pocket.
There are people who don’t care about anything that actually matters; people who are so busy trying to justify their venom, they don’t realize that there is a point from which they can’t come back.
But do not give up on this world that we live in. The path to a universal breakdown is lubricated by fear.
Busy yourself living a life so full that there is no room for fear. Grasp on to moments of happiness as though they are life preservers saving us from becoming swallowed by the darkness.
Do not give up on this world.

We, Who

 

And just like that I’ll pick up exactly where I left off – motivated equally by envy and need – sensing the crushing boundaries of time

So, I  breathe in the eternity of now, write it down; make it permanent.

I’ve spent at least the last decade trying to mold the real world into the one inside my head and have spent a good part of it wondering if I’ve dedicated myself to a false reality. It’s silly, really. I am a professional at making things reality by assuming they are such. It has served me well. I write, so I am a writer. I travel, so I am a traveller, I instigate, therefore I am an instigator. There’s nothing false about it.

I’ve more words in my head than I know what to do with; emotions that don’t always lend themselves to translation. And in raw moments of reflection, I know for certain I am capable of more.

There are others out there like me. We, who wallow in damp silence. We, who can shake rooms with our rage; we, who reject oppressive schedules . We, who understand that proximity to fear is both pain and pleasure. We, who indulge in embarrassing moments of bravery.

We, who make impossible things lovely.

We, who know we are not reconciled to chains.

We are all learning through the tension of uncertainty, and are all a little removed from okay.

Tonight, instead of sitting in expectation of more, I’ll assume it is such, and make it so.

🙂