You have to live life knowing nothing yet wanting the answer to everything.
Okay, you don’t have to, but it certainly helps steer one through the chaos.
So many people stop, stuck as if to flypaper, and go with what has been defined for them.
Life is about finding your own definitions and getting away from those pre-defined which society tries to corral you with.
What will you let define you?
My sex defines me. My body defines me. My ability to achieve and reach out of the gutter, in societies dictated paces, moving along the echelon by even one rung, defines me.
Yet how I define my life is all mine.
Not that I will ever be able to decide on a definition. I just keep trying everything. Wishing I had the ability to understand how to finish anything.
I suppose I’ll figure that out when I die.
Of course, death could just be a new beginning. In which case I would learn it never really matters that you finish, only that you start.
Is that the lesson? Start everything you can and don’t worry about finishing? Or is that just the flawed trait of a Gemini?
It’s my lie, I suppose I will define it how I see fit.
You ever realize that taking the F out of life leaves you with lie? Not that this means anything, yet truly, lie and life, what is the difference, besides an F.
If you fall into living your lie as it is dictated to you from the moment you are shot out of the womb … well then you are given that F. That F means what though? A failing grade or maybe just a symbolic nod that you are falling for it; all of it. What is it? LiFe.
You can’t really escape it though. Whether you believe it is a choice or not, you are here now in this defined moment in time. So try to remember you know nothing and yet you define everything.
Chaos baby. It is your lie/life.
February 19th, 2014
"Lighthouse in the Dark" painting by Nancy Rucker
When you grow up poor your youth is continually bombarded with wave after wave of reality pounding upon you. Each wave eroding your shore just that much more. Until eventually your shore becomes a jagged rocky cliff face that is hard to penetrate and can kill those who get to close.
So, you build a lighthouse, initially just as something to protect yourself. Finally though you make it to the top and find that beacon of hope that makes the lighthouse shine; a beacon bright enough to help guide others. Oft times shining as a warning signal to avoid your jagged shoreline; yet more importantly, rather than a warning, it could also be a guide. A guiding light that would allow people to get close to you. A guiding light that could even simply allow people to take notice of you. A light you had been gifted in which you most likely would not be aware you were in complete control of. As a matter of fact, you might at some points even allow it to extinguish, because it seemed so outside of you.
~TigressSky © February 28, 2014~
Spent the evening with my Bob-O and got a gift of my most favorite vinyl album - New Day by Brydge. They were one of the biggest things to come out of PDX in the 80’s! So excited to have the vinyl again. When I cracked into my inherited albums and it wasn’t there I was really bummed. Yet now I have it again. Thank you Bob-O!!!
Also good for the kids. They encourage having slow readers read to the family pets. A dog will listen to a kid read a whole book one damn sssyl-la——-ble at a time, and it will never get frustrated, or correct their pronunciation, or start playing Angry Bird because it can’t stand listening to the slowness any more. The dog will look at the kid approvingly, because, human. Human is talking. Human is interacting.
So this is a great win-win.
i am a 26 year old man and this almost made me cry
Ommgggg I love this.