The self begins as a blank slate; an unblemished entity with unlimited capacity for love, harmony, and self-expression. A blank slate that’s ready to explore it’s new environment with explosive passion and unmatched enthusiasm.
Then the self meets the world, and the world has a different agenda.
I’m far too fucked up at the moment to write anything meaningful. My head is full of different trains of thought, all vying for my focus and I’m completely failing to prioritise them effectively.
Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?
I mean really looked at yourself?
Really, really looked at yourself?
Looked deep into your own eyes?
Deep enough to see your own soul?
What did you see?
Did you like it?
Did you love it?
Did you want to get away from it?
Did you feel safe?
What did you feel?
Why?
What does it mean?
Do you [...]
What’s your answer?
If you’ve got an answer then keep that in mind but strip away everything in your life that’s not guaranteed beyond being alive. No job, no friends, no family, no home, no clothes, nothing left but your body and soul. Did you just take away your answer? If you did then it’s not [...]
I was watching Neighbours on the gantry with the guys. You climbed up the ladder; there were no spare chairs. You sat on my lap.
*click*
You stood on the stage and started to sing. All I could hear was an angel.
*click*