Everything on this site is unedited and often written without premeditation. That means I don’t use the backspace key. It’s an exercise to get me to write. It won’t be pretty. It may be distasteful. But there will be words on the page. The punctuation will suck. The thoughts may not follow each other, or conclude. Stories may have a beginning, middle, or end, but rarely all three and they will often drift off to something else. Nothing here will be carefully measured.
The aim is to is to make the words happen by stripping away all the perceived effort. Lower the resistance, decrease the activation energy required. If there’s anything here that is interesting to me weeks or months down the road, if I ever do get around to a review, it might get developed. But most of it will sit here forever, documentation of practice.
Read at your own risk. And don’t hold me to any of it. They’re just words. They should only be considered truthful if they are reflected by my actions. Otherwise, they’re just words. They aren’t meant to hurt. It’s just that…
It’s not meant to be pretty. It’s meant to be prolific. Just write. Anything. Just one damn word. If I’m lucky I’ll get onedamnpage.
Your mundane life is made up of a series of mundane inextricably linked to terrible and beautiful and perplexing says experienced by another. Everyone of your normals is someone else’s never-going-to-forget or might-not-live-to-see-tomorrow. And suddenly those mundane days are something to appreciate. You might be finishing up a normal shift at work and somebody else may have gotten shot 3 times in the belly and once in the leg on their shift at work. A shift that they thought would be just another normal day. And so it goes that every day on earth, every passing moment is filled with a level of high drama. Both positive and negative. No way to speculate if it’s balanced. We have to believe in a sense of justice, someone meausring the scales, but it will never be anything more than a belief. And so it goes that today I had a mundane day. A day where I spent a little too much time thinking, being in my head. A day where I had the opportunity to console someone, and I made good on it. A day where I created laughter. A day where I loved and was loved better than I deserve. It occurs to me that there is high drama in every crystalline moment. The difference is awareness. And the key to cultivating that awareness just might be reflection seamlessly transitioning to a focus on this one given moment. Because all too soon we find ourselves shot in the belly. High drama. We all die. High drama.