this week i will learn by going where i have to go. so many appointments, meetings, deadlines, events, orientations. work boiled down to its essence, no days of fluffy filling, of that extraneous human connection. but i am writing this, am i not?
i am working to keep in mind how precious this life is. how every single moment that i take breath is full of magic, pregnant with potential. i am capable of being completely honest and direct, how gloriously terrifying! oh, but how absolutely necessary it has become, hasn't it? whose hands are these, typing? there is nothing stopping me from being truthful every second of every day, nothing save myself -- my fears and old scar tissue. is there a knowledge which is more empowering? i know that no matter what i choose, no matter how strong i decide to be, i will have the love and support of my family, my true family, ad astra per aspera...
how lucky, how privileged i must be to know this.
and now, a secret: bring your head out of the clouds of philosophy and force your feet to hit the pavement. the earth. what is real and what isn't? perspective there is a chasm that divides the exhalation of each breath from the new inhalation. the amount of possibility that dwells there... each time we come to it we are given the gift of being able to start again. clean, beatified. how can i profess to be agnostic when we have been born with everything we could possibly need, inside. humans are like hmaki. if we could just clear away the excess, we could realize the perfect simplicity of this existence.
but we like to complicate things, don't we?
Hang on tightly, let go lightly.
About Me
- porfiry
- The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.