Monday, December 02, 2002

But isn't that the point?

Doesn’t everybody want to be a walking contradiction?

Say one thing and do the other. Be full of mystery and beauty and things that don't make sense.

People make fun of me when I tell them that "things get to me.” People tell me I shouldn't be so sensitive. I shouldn't worry about it. I shouldn't think about it. What the hell else is the point of me being here then? If things don't get to me… if I'm not sensitive... if I don't think about it... then what makes it real? I don't wanna have things around me that don't get to me. I don't wanna participate in things that don't mean anything to me, or things that I wouldn't want to think about.

Our thoughts and our emotions and how things make us feel- that's really all we have. They determine our reality.

Everything in our lives is a feeling. We see it. We hear it. We smell it. We touch it. We sense it.

And all of those things are nothing without the brain that attaches some meaning to it. And well... I am going to attach meaning to everything. Nothing is "just there.” It's not there... it's making me feel something. I am sensing it. I am feeling it in some way. And people tell me that I shouldn't feel so much. That's like asking me to turn my life down, the volume is too loud.

Well screw that. I like it loud. And I'm good at it loud.
I'm good at living my life.

I'm good at having moments like these.

And frankly, moments like these are all I really want in my life, period. I don't know why I didn't think of that before. Moments like these are driving forces. They are the things that get to you.

You feel like you've opened your eyes for the first time. You feel like you've been looking at yourself in the mirror forever, but, for the first time, you actually see your beauty.

You notice something about you that you never noticed before.

I could spend a lifetime just trying to notice more things about myself. I would never run out of things to see. To hear. To smell. To touch. To feel. About myself. and if you take that and multiply it by all the other people on the planet that you could feel something from, for, about, around, instead of... we have a lot of options. We have a lot of opportunities. We have a lot of things that we take for granted and don't notice.

... He makes me notice. Like how I'm so much more aware of my mouth whenever he's in the room.

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