I've battled addiction my entire life. I was abused as a child and addicition runs rampant in my family. I watched a documentary on netflix about this futurist who believes our environment dictates how we feel. I'm depressed but I read about some who have things I'll never get close to having. I think it's easier to create the feeling for others than find it for yourself. I believe everyone honestly feels depression in our society. Look at the walls we've created... our own private prisons. Our language imprisons us. the way we view the world. Kerouac in "On the Road" that real life is at the bottom of the pyramid in life's experiences to paraphrase. I'll say one last thing, I was on the street in a very bad part of town at 2:30 in the morning waiting on a friend to buy drugs. A bum asked me for a cigarette that had rolled up on an old rusty bike. Another friend was scared he was trying to rob us. I gave him a cig and asked for a sip of his drink being really parched. It was a cheap bottle of vodka in a brown bag. I took a big drink of his vodka and talked about life. I don't know what to tell you. Most would say it was a terrible experience. But, I'll never forget the sense of communion I felt with this guy. The world isn't what it seems. It's only a prison because your we built it that way. Think of what scares you the most in the world and do it. That's where happiness is. I don't mean fear of heights. I mean the thing you've always avoided. Peace an Good Luck | |
Trust me I didn't construct the walls around me or anything in the universe. I'm not responsible for my birth or the circumstances surrounding it. I don't run or make anything, neither things nor laws. I'm so non creative I prefer to color in coloring books. But if we create prisons and walls and language itself is constricting, why should I make more? It will just crowd up the prison.
I guess i'm just stuck here with bullies and loneliness induced homosexuals.
New Comment