A belief that we are collectively fed - as appetisers to the boiled apples and pulped spinach - is that love sent out is love received. Like the begat begat begat of the NT - except here the blanks are Love - and this principle did not hold true.
Perhaps it was the alternating between indulgence and passive aggression - Let's agree to disagree - whichever the final straw, the world and I have ceased to get along; except, at best, casually. I've tried pretending this away but it's still there, sure as a stump.
One could take this opportunity to burst into tears and curse all humanity and stamp on centipedes at bus-stands.
Or.
One could take deep breaths out the window, take oneself out to lunch, ending it with a chocolate tart in slowest possible motion; and be grateful in general for the adequacy of being.
One could take deep breaths out the window, take oneself out to lunch, ending it with a chocolate tart in slowest possible motion; and be grateful in general for the adequacy of being.
For although the heart has been very foolish in its choices, and much too proud to cry, and much too constant to forget, there are reasons to rejoice still. The mind is a more reliable friend, seeking only to absorb, dissect or revel in itself. Indulge this instead.
It's hard to keep clasped that atom of conviction against the world's body of dissent
- you're not really all that special, just strange. And untimely -
but it can be done.
If you would only let the lonely pass from being a punishment.
If you could stop to think, instead of squeezing head between indignant hands and running from one distraction to the other; if you can begin to forgive.
I love the world, and it's alright if it doesn't feel the same way. And no, I will no longer wait for it to change its mind.
You can't always git what you want - Thank god for that.
You can't always git what you want - Thank god for that.
PS: This is not to suggest that status quo is above question and that sociopath is necessarily also genius - only that it's quite all right. =)
