Hi-ho and hello.
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That’s how the last few days have felt…that forever perpetual ellipsis, trying to find a footing through a roaring flood.
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Medication.
I take to music, to the lyrical op-eds of the heart, or the sanguine lamentations of the chello, a roaring, belting ring from the tongues of decadence that envelop my heart through my ears.
Life and finding a balance…it’s not something that comes with an outline…a spreadsheet of sorts…nope. Nada. It’s not there, the map of finding fulfillment. For some, it’s going to work, sleeping, eating, shitting, and a little fuck. This brings a coaxing completion for some while others are left clawing at the walls feigning for reason and belonging to something apart from themselves. Which are you?
I keep talking about Carl Jung’s Five Pillars, figuring the five for me, What is happiness to me? And what is it I want in my life? I think of Aesop Rock’s No Regrets, and smile at this.
I’ve not been a great person, I’ve done wrong, I’ve regretted actions I’ve made. Luckily, I’ve had the opportunity to change and understand, while also learning who I am and what this life means to me. I take immense pride in who I am today, what I’ve become and the ground I’ve made. Though I know it takes a lifetime to meet the goals I’ve set for myself…I carry on to the next day. A Memento Mori mantra comes to mind and I take to the next day, the next day, the next day…as long as I can make sure the steps made tomorrow were better than that of today’s, that’s a life well lived, yeah?
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you supporters, I thank you for the following and the repeated checking in…til tomorrow.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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