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What is it about memories that make them so damn popular? They take me back to a feeling I once had. Feel that again? Pick it up off the shelf and play it like an old VHS tape. Why? Because I’m bored or in need of entertainment? Am I unhappy with what I’m living right now? Have I ever wondered why I play these tapes over and over again?
Some say we’re reminiscing. Others say we’re biologically built to recall for current survival. I say we’re fucking bored. We’re remembering because we can’t stand what’s in front of us right now.
We look out into the world and constantly long for things to be different.
We compare now to then. We compare now to when. We compare now to if.
Why can’t we be happy with now? Why do we procrastinate joy, happiness, and letting our hair down in front of other people?
We’re scared to death. We lack the courage to put down all the camouflage life has taught us to create, carry, consume, and pretend to be.
Holy shit. Is life one big game of hide and seek? You better believe it is. And I’m not talking about the game children play. I’m talking about hiding who we really are and at the same schizophrenic time seeking who we think we should be. Wait, maybe those children playing hide and seek are really practicing for the way we adults do it.
And we wonder why the pharmaceutical industry is the most profitable business on the planet. 6 billion humans most of which have no clue why they’re here, who they are, or what happiness really smells like.
I’ve got news for you cowboy, happiness smells like whatever the hell you decide to grow in your own damn garden. Stop stepping on my roses, telling me how to pick my weeds, and spraying chemicals on my plants. Tend your own plot.
Some days it sickens me to hear others trapped in the illusion of victimhood. Others insisting to the point of death that their identity is who/what someone else told them they are or should be. And other days I thank them for the mirror they provide. So I can remember when I insisted on doing the same.
I wax poetic and see beauty in the world, yes. I remember there’s also ugly and cold. They’re both the same thing. Stop the madness of trying to separate it all into different little pieces. Is our mission here one of boredom? Is our mission here one of remembering? Or is our mission here one of pure, unadulterated, mindless entertainment? I haven’t a clue. But some days and in some ways it can be a hoot.
So dear fellow traveler. What is it about memories that make them so damn popular? Do they take you back to a feeling you once had, that you want to feel again? Maybe we’re bored and remembering because we can’t stand what’s in front of us right now. Longing for what once was and hoping for what could be. It leaves you eviscerated, empty, and quite possibly pissed off at the broken promises of some God.
The fairy tale we were spoon fed since birth that says there is rhyme and reason to all this madness. If you could would you kick the devil in the balls and steal his lunch money? Basking in your short lived revenge for the torture he puts you through as he grins thru bleached white, porcelain teeth?
I say, dear traveler, why can’t there be order in chaos? Sanity in madness?
Love and hate all at the same time?
What if we’re all of it and nothing….in the same instant?
God and the devil all wrapped up in one sanitized little package.
I’ve got NEWS for you cowboy, happiness smells like whatever the hell you decide to grow in your own damn garden.
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