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Everybody always says this generation is going to the dogs. Religion is dying, morality is dead, we live in a post truth society, our values and valued institutions are crumbling. Life will surely suck harder for those who follow us. Etc. Well, you reap what you sow, Gen X.
If you and I aren’t really seeking, there’s just not much point in speaking. If the boat is truly sinking, it won’t matter what we’re thinking. If the means dictate the end’s taste, does a life’s toil feed life’s waste?
I don’t want to be your obsession.
I don’t want to be your life lesson.
I don’t want to be your physician.
I can’t be your last condition.
I don’t want to be your sole reason.
I don’t want to be your best season.
I don’t want to be your solution.
I won’t be your whole revolution.
When people talk about all the celebrity deaths at age 28, it’s always to ask, “Why did they die so young?”. But as these folks occur among your own peer group, your perspective changes. In my own case, I find myself asking, whenever reflecting back on it, “What did I do to live so much…
You can’t make this shit up. But somebody has to, right? It doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere in full bloom without first starting as a seed before it germinates, breaks through its shell, sends out roots and tendrils, shoves it’s way through the surface into the sunlight, soaks up the sights, sensations, and…
Cast your fears into the wind; let go, let go, let go. Release them and start again; let go, let go, let go. There is nothing out of reach, nothing that will fail to teach, nothing hidden in the speech; let go, let go, let go. Leave your troubles where you stand; let go, let…
Put away those foolish thoughts, and hide from sight your vain ideals! Instead, seek what the world enjoys: love what beseems a proper role, or find yourself a friendless fool. Survive! Just learn to subliminate; one must pretend, or play-act, at least, defining both pursuit and its happy goal using someone else’s dictionary. © 2017…