There is a yin and yang, a dark and light that plays on my mind and keeps me up late at night. An up and down, a positivity, negativity, both of which hold so much gravity. There are shit storms and rainbows, gold rush and low blows, but you would miss it if the pain of life ever goes. There is tragedy and amazing triumph, sometimes apart, sometimes combined, something to keep in the back of your mind. There are odd couples that walk hand in hand; suffering and happiness, loneliness in a crowded room, wealth in a poor souls hand. All this you will learn by the time you are old. Sometimes sooner if you listen, or if you are told.
There is power in tears, there is imprisonment in fears, mostly wisdom in your years . Occasionally a small cracked window in which you view the world remains, set with the concrete of inflexibility and an inability to change.
There are the majority, the herd, and the early adopter, and the special few who invent things like the helicopter. There are those that change worlds with only a word, and those we forget who will never be heard.
There scientists, astronauts, and those who reach for the starts, but the majority are parked in traffic on the freeways in their fuel efficient cars.
The difference is the way you look at the world, is it a problem or a challenge you have been hurled. Do you blame it on a childhood regression; have you cleaned your window of perception?
I use Gestalt therapy to make me feel happy, scream at a chair while wearing a nappy. I lie on a couch telling stories that sour, I feel a lot better at three-hundred an hour.
There are desperate immigrants on boats, people who forget to vote, politicians safly in the middle with lumps in their throats. There are good people on speed, bad people on the ski slopes, some of the best people cant read, and complete idiots who have the second book they’ve wrote. A chaotic cacophony of humanity ensues, yet a baby in a microwave appears in the news.
One of my personalities is a guidance councillor with allergies, who can understand his penchant for anomalies. We are to astute to be a destitute prostitute, hold to much of a grudge to ever be a lawyer or judge, my writing has too much of a twist to ever try to drink with a journalist. A jack of all trades, yet a master of none, a sharp shooter without a gun. I consolidate, procrastinate, obviate and mitigate, all the while longing for something great.
If you have enjoyed reading something away from the norm go to youtube and search for Tim Minchin, storm.
