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12.25.2006

happiness without time

We are in a stalemate with the fates. As if they are just sitting idly. The have that our most precious commodity; time. Something that we can never possess, yet constantly loose. How can we let slip something so intangible? Teasing us, as if we had some primary grip, some hold on the waning hours. The bedfellow of serenity is patience. This never ended loop of inconsistency. Time does not exist except for this moment. Can you really ever experience a sliver of awareness other than now? We try to hold on to the past, a lesson to learn from; a story to weave. We create a fiction to sustain what we think we understand. There is no real comprehension, only assumption. The altered sense of security in an existence that pretends to mock archaic structure. A system developed by insecure men to frame their own mortality. And then we have the future. We carry on with such an air of premonition. Thinking that we have some inkling. We warm ourselves at night in our suppositions of tomorrow. Letting it curl around our toes until we think we need it. We immerse ourselves in world of rules. A primordial reckoning woven to keep not only the masses in check, but in a sad attempt to lasso yesterday. To build a bridge to tomorrow. We have spun together a web of randomness. Something we try to hold together with the fibers of insecurity. Whether we travel by brute speed and passionate strides, or if we join the simple flow; the destination remains the same. What have you done with your journey? What do you ache for? What yearnings and desires drip from your very marrow like honey? Don’t tell me you have had a hard past. Tell me that the road here has calloused your feet, so that you may stand in the fire of life, and not wither back. Do not tell me you will have a successful life. Tell me that you are here, now, ready to take what comes downstream. Don’t assess your potential. Do not measure your past. Stand with me now, a pillar of fortitude, ready to outlast these frail rules. Silhouetting your own abandon. Be tall, be unsure, be yourself. Do that, and I will show you happiness.

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