Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Observations on Becoming {a rise from the ashes}

Why do we ever stop anything that's given us even a glimpse of joy?  We should chase anything and everything that brings us bliss. Fuck ego, fuck goals, fuck shows and appearances and smoke and mirrors. Fuck anything and everything that even suggests a threat to savoring some portion of joy. Life is sad. Life is short and hard and grimy and heartbreaking and nothing you want to be and everything it shouldn't. It makes absolutely no sense and you spend more time swallowing water than you do actually swimming. Unfathomable amounts of pain and ache and just being lost is reality. Wave after wave of saltwater tears. Even the life rafts are hitched to a misery of expectations, illusions and false security.

Do it. Do it everyday. Want more of it. Immerse yourself entirely. Just drown in it and cease the exhaustion. Kill yourself with kindness. Oh yes, every wave is real. Every thundering rise of pain is the most tangible thing you'll ever experience. Each crash of water on the earth is the loudest, most resonating sound you'll ever hear. If you ache in it though, if you laugh in it anyway, if you let it pound you into nothingness, eventually it'll become comfort. Disillusionment will become so familiar that it'll numb the soreness. Every moment you accept what is and choose your bliss with it, not instead or over it, but with it, is a moment more real than every second you've spent smiling while sucking up your soul.

There's no sense in fighting the currents. For some sense of control and dignity? Just wait, before you know it that stinging water will burn away any sense of superiority or facade of control you attempt to maintain. Go ahead and think that your eager, courageous strokes are somehow getting you ahead. Soothe yourself with a sense of achievement and power. You'll find soon enough that anything you've possessed has been a passing breath of wind.

Let yourself go with it. Let yourself go with the currents of pain and pleasure. Let yourself be winded by the breeze that comes from places you'll never see. Let the mass of liquid shake you until you realize that there is nothing real, nothing tangible but for those currents and crashing waves. Nothing but the movements that you can't control. If you can keep up with the chaos, you aren't moving fast enough. Don't slow down to make sense of things. Don't take time to count the cuts, bruises and losses it's cost you. Never, never, never surrender your submission for the sake of power.

They say knowledge is power, and ignorance is bliss. What they don't tell you is that there's power in the bliss of ignorance. This whole huge shenanigan we're having the nerve to call life is not a battle we should fight. It's not a race to win. It's not a mountain to climb. It's an experience. Let's stop taking fucking pictures of every second of it when we're not even FEELING every second of it. If you feel it, FEEL IT. If you think it, THINK IT. If you sense it, SENSE IT. If you are it, BE IT. Immerse yourself.

And Shut Up. Forget about producing or rationalizing. There's no eternity in that. Forget about knowing it all, figuring it out, putting up a fight, any of it. Surrender. And maybe then, just maybe, you'll begin to live. But there are no guarantees...

The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is a experience beyond thought.~John Keats