Lie on a bed of grass.
Think about the day. Think about the week. The year. The defining moments of life and what they ended up defining. Go further. Probe into the dark. Bring out the hurt. Why is it there? Who hurt you? Do people get the better of you everytime and you, in your smug confidence wouldn't accept it? Do you, in a bid to be fair and rational about everything lose people whose bond with you is not rational, but emotional. Does being right matter to you the most at that moment, and it's not about personal glory, or some sort of self-satisfaction. You want to restore equilibirum to the world, you want it to be fair. But is this your job? Is there any use in pretending that only you have better answers? Have we not all, compromised with the abstract reality of life in one way or the other? This smugness is just the fodder we feed our vulnerability. If all of us sat cluelessly on a dinner table, we wouldn't know what to do. I wouldn't know what to talk about. If everything was right and we had reached an impasse, we would make ourselves unnecessary.
That dinner table is a lonely place to be. We'd choose chaos over that. We'd fight before we realize all of us are clueless. Since the start, the one thing we learn to do, is to hold on to our attachments. We try to defy the nature of life. although It's all mortal. I.have clothes that will outlast me. The writings, these words that my mind has sorted out, will stay.. , their unique combination only spoken by me. Nobody will have the exact thoughts.It will be creepy to come across this. But I will die and become irrelevant. No matter how hard we try to hold on to it. It's going to go.
My privilege is a puzzle and tonight, the dinner table is my home.
Think about the day. Think about the week. The year. The defining moments of life and what they ended up defining. Go further. Probe into the dark. Bring out the hurt. Why is it there? Who hurt you? Do people get the better of you everytime and you, in your smug confidence wouldn't accept it? Do you, in a bid to be fair and rational about everything lose people whose bond with you is not rational, but emotional. Does being right matter to you the most at that moment, and it's not about personal glory, or some sort of self-satisfaction. You want to restore equilibirum to the world, you want it to be fair. But is this your job? Is there any use in pretending that only you have better answers? Have we not all, compromised with the abstract reality of life in one way or the other? This smugness is just the fodder we feed our vulnerability. If all of us sat cluelessly on a dinner table, we wouldn't know what to do. I wouldn't know what to talk about. If everything was right and we had reached an impasse, we would make ourselves unnecessary.
That dinner table is a lonely place to be. We'd choose chaos over that. We'd fight before we realize all of us are clueless. Since the start, the one thing we learn to do, is to hold on to our attachments. We try to defy the nature of life. although It's all mortal. I.have clothes that will outlast me. The writings, these words that my mind has sorted out, will stay.. , their unique combination only spoken by me. Nobody will have the exact thoughts.It will be creepy to come across this. But I will die and become irrelevant. No matter how hard we try to hold on to it. It's going to go.
My privilege is a puzzle and tonight, the dinner table is my home.
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