Well, maybe I’ll be well. Never mind. Not be mental, psychotic, schizophrenic, mentally ill, insane. Sane! Strong, fit, healthy of mind and body. Not a vampire drinking from the well. Bloody hell, the crips and bloods, can they be united in brotherhood? Can Democrats and Republicans not demonize, hate, even consider criminal, each other? Can we not have alternative facts? Can we all accept the truth? Can we let love rule? We’re all the same, after all. In the long term, we’re all dead. After all, there’s oblivion. After all, there’s omniscience. Learn all, be all, do all, think all, read all, say all, experience all.
Maybe not. Maybe I’m confined by my body, my mind, my age. I should just do whatever I want or have to do, then die, and hopefully make peace with incompletion, beforehand. There’s really far too much to do, if you want to do as much as I’ve set out to do.
News is optional. Voting is optional. You don’t have to read anything. TV, music, movies - whatever! Being good? You don’t have to obey. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. You don’t have to make a million dollars. Just be. Hopefully, you can enjoy yourself and your time. You don’t have to be in love. You don’t have to have a house, a car, a family, children. You don’t have to do or be anything. You are free. Free your mind. Free your time. Or do it all. It’s all good.
Or I can sleep 8 hours, and intensely attack my activity list, with ambition and motivation to succeed as a deity, as an example, as a learned elder, and as a son, brother, uncle, friend, and maybe even lover. Seize the day. Be all that you can be. May the force be with me! Get rich!
Take life seriously. Seriously?
Whatever.
That’s the last word.
It doesn’t have to be all good. It can even be all bad.
Maybe even that is good. Ha. Ugh. ah, hug.
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