to grasp, to breath, to die
One can not be a writer and merely write. I sit here and watch "The end of the tour". I face the reality that I write to clear my head or maybe I chase an idea that catches fire in my neurons and from there it becomes a semi obsession to pontificate about how obsessed I am about the idea.
I remember in my life driving by the pacific ocean. Seeing the light reflect off the crystalized surface like gold knives piercing the surface. The moment cannot be replicated and maybe others say it looks completely different, maybe it looks like silver and they are coins not daggers. Perspective can be everything or nothing at all.
We place meaning on things that have none. Our existence is somewhat of a rarity in itself. We schmectatize our life's work by saying I want to be this thing or that thing and we are succumbing to a life less about meaning and more about existence. We focus on the end of a thing rather than being in the thing. Like swimming in a pool and realizing it i…
I remember in my life driving by the pacific ocean. Seeing the light reflect off the crystalized surface like gold knives piercing the surface. The moment cannot be replicated and maybe others say it looks completely different, maybe it looks like silver and they are coins not daggers. Perspective can be everything or nothing at all.
We place meaning on things that have none. Our existence is somewhat of a rarity in itself. We schmectatize our life's work by saying I want to be this thing or that thing and we are succumbing to a life less about meaning and more about existence. We focus on the end of a thing rather than being in the thing. Like swimming in a pool and realizing it i…