Ever feel like our teetering on the edge of a bullet to the brain and a notion of all life being supported by divinity.
One of my grandfather's favourite quote was always if you're not living life on the edge you're taking up too much space.
I think back to my younger self and how I worshipped the idea of removing the shackles of my comfortability. Now that life has forced me to destroy the very foundation that I stand on.... Why am I so afraid to jump.
I always wondered what it would be like to live in the 60's. the naive nature of people was always painted to be so supportive to the wanderer. The open hearts and doors that allowed people to be vulnerable (also taken advantage of). The LSD and the untethered liberation tradition and what it said you should do. Since we've matured now with our conversations of sensitivities and privilege. It seems unacceptable to not have your shit together. In fact dubious.... We secretly want to exile the wander in our hearts destroy it with youtube series of entrepreneurial success and intense conversations on why you can be better. I look forward to the day that our digital perfection and need to know it all is relinquished with a good ol' passion for understanding something deep and intimately. We like meaning in our lives and create it through likes and nonsense personas that are even real. Everyone wants value for value... what the fuck ever happened to passion and believing in something because of what it stands for not because it provides you with value.
I find mostly when surfing the web... Cheap tricks to monetize audiences and these fucking cheerleaders that preach to the liberal choir of some utopian happiness that only exists in the sheltered minds of those who have never really had something to fear. People have mistaken sensitivity with overly sanitized and sterile safety.... Everyone is trying to create a safe environment for there children and family without identifying what they really fear. BEING FUCKING EXPOSED, RAW, VULNERABLE, INESCAPEABLY YOU in front everyone with all your wounds for the world to see.
In all your beautiful imperfections
and your prejudice
and your hate.
Tell me of a person that doesn't have hate in there heart and I will tell you of person that doesn't see the world truly in the state its in. Hatred is winning the fucking game and even those that try to fight with their lofty notions of making the world a better place are supporting it.
Tell me when the last time you've opened your heart and home to a stranger.
Not the one on the internet that likes your stupid posts about manifesting your life destiny or how to make a million dollars.
Not the homeless guy you gave a dollar.
I am talking about hearing their story giving them a reason to live and put a fucking smile on their face. Because this world is full of cruelty and we only want people in our lives that add value... Selfish and cruel isn't it.
Welcome to the cruel world... though I never listened to the album I must say I have always admired the title.
I wonder what Hunter S. Thomson would think if he were still alive. Before taking that bullet to the brain that makes so many uncomfortable to even hear. WE PRETEND LIKE IT DOESEN'T HAPPEN EVERY DAY IN FAR AWAY PLACES TO SUPPORT OUR FAR AWAY NEEDS we are the head the of the world and we are destroying the heart.
These comforts are the disease. Selling cheap crap from China buying cheap crap to fill our soul fewer homes with central heating and over inflated prices, working miserable jobs that we hate to save up to someday live the dream we are never going to get.
ouroboros and we are selling the tickets. We pretend like we've come so far and we still destroy the very system that supports us.
If there is one thing I have learned to embrace full heartedly its that I may be wrong. In fact, I hope so. I hope that the world is, in essence, beautiful.. and benevolent. But I rarely feel that way.
We are all walking around wounded, wounding others pretending that we are doing good in the world. Yet we still colonize our hearts and take from those who are less fortunate.
The beauty is that of course it can all be taken away in a moments time. We are finite... we are limited.... We are human...
Ever feel like your teetering on the edge of a bullet to the brain and realizing that all life is supported by divinity.
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