One thing I’ve come to learn over the last year is that sometimes it’s better to walk away from a fire rather than waiting for the flame to die anymore than letting it burn you. I’ve been through both. And I’m exhausted. I don’t have the fight for it anymore.
Insomniac Theater
What’s more terrifying: the familiar demons in your head?
Or the unknown one under the bed?
As that devout agnostic, I have avoided all spiritualties and faith on principle, though I try to retain a working knowledge of the many camps. I just do not accept any singular perspective and attempt to define the (currently) unexplainable based on our narrow understanding and perception of the universe, reality, and The Real (in post-modern terms).
We stand at this precipice
Looking over the cliff's face
Staring at the depths from which we have climbed
The sea, we learned to walk
The breath, we learned to speak
The words, we used to build bridges.
And then
your mind reels
your heart sinks
back down
buoyed
on the precipice
of tranquility and madness
of laughter and sobs
of orgasms and heartbreaks
When days look like forests and the idea of the future feels like getting lost beneath the canopy of Amazonian wildernesses, trying to stay afloat takes a different set of skills while on dry land.
In the end I've come to learn that whether or not you decide to put your heart into it or not, life very well may cost you it all the same.
Whatever you can do is enough. Whatever you've gone through is enough. Wherever you came from, the fact you are here is enough. Wherever you are going is as good as any. Anywhere you are going is a good place to reach. It doesn't have to make sense to anyone else nor do you have to explain anything. The fact you are here is enough, because you don't have to be and that makes living worth enduring the pain of it all. Waking up each day and choosing to keep going takes more strength than any story or legend or myth could conjure. Nobody can ever tell you that they know best for you better than you.