Accumulation is part of human experience. Looking at my own handiwork is rather daunting. The stuff we own become the owner of us. Unbeknownst to most, the act of collecting and gathering has a rather negative side. As we agglomerate, we also build forts around to guard these possessions. This is all-inclusive. We become more dimensional, more complicated, more evasive, and more multi-layered.
Life is not stories. Life is incidents stringed together. Each happening creates a minute sculpted impression as adornment to our persona and to our souls.
There is nothing more impressive than chronic and unmitigated pain. Maneuvering life with pain requires a clever mind and a steady grip, which, don't always come to me.
Pain is part of peel-building. As society has certain expectations as to how people ought to be, we "hurters" must accommodate to survive.
Each time I reply "I am fine" to the greeting of "How are you?" I just put on another peel.
Social grace is the grandfather of little white lies. In this culture we have yet learned to accept the darkness of the human experience.
Over the last three decades these peels gracefully accompany me. Now I think and I know they must come off as they have become heavy and cumbersome. I have been disoriented by their sheer existence.
Onward and inward.
Life is not stories. Life is incidents stringed together. Each happening creates a minute sculpted impression as adornment to our persona and to our souls.
There is nothing more impressive than chronic and unmitigated pain. Maneuvering life with pain requires a clever mind and a steady grip, which, don't always come to me.
Pain is part of peel-building. As society has certain expectations as to how people ought to be, we "hurters" must accommodate to survive.
Each time I reply "I am fine" to the greeting of "How are you?" I just put on another peel.
Social grace is the grandfather of little white lies. In this culture we have yet learned to accept the darkness of the human experience.
Over the last three decades these peels gracefully accompany me. Now I think and I know they must come off as they have become heavy and cumbersome. I have been disoriented by their sheer existence.
Onward and inward.
