a conviction that begins, not out of joy or out of pride or curiosity…
but out of necessity.
there’s a longing, a dissatisfaction, buried beneath the stuff… the things… that we are taught to want
taught that will fulfill us
make us whole
make us happy
make us… us
Who here has found that is not the case?
we are drowning
in the stuff we bought
in the things we are worried about
in the ideas that have been smashed into our synapses.
we don’t even know we’re in wanting anymore
in wanting of something genuine
of something that isn’t fleeting
of something that lasts.. beyond the beyond.
this life? gone as soon as you even realize you should start making it happen.
but this. it lasts longer than that. in fact. this place? it doesn’t even matter in the long run.
yes it sucks like ass right now.
it’s gonna be beautiful.