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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Some Thoughts

You know that’s the thing about this fucked up life, this collective realm we wander in, here, on this earth, is that, as humans, we love. And eventually love becomes loss. Always. It is a constant current that thrashes against our faces and bodies, minds. Sometimes we thrash against it futilely. But it remains. We have to find that spot, that place where we can breath in the madness of the flow. We all suffer at different times and levels in our lives. But we lose. Life: it is a game we are born to lose. Unfortunately. Unfortunately, it is the divine power of love, that thing that makes us human, that is a steady stream of pain in our lives. Because that greatest of things, love, means loss. Every time. But in moments of clarity and optimism, it is, too, that same love that makes us press on. It is a better understanding that I seek, a state that I long for but rarely ever reach. love. It drives me to the page. It is a force. An energy that just doesn’t fade. It never goes away. Maybe it takes on different shapes, merging into something universally larger. Maybe I’m more confused now than when I sat down to write. Maybe. Maybe we should always strive for optimism, even in the darkest of nights. What about karma? Do we inadvertently cause our own pain? I think there is some truth to that. But at the same time no. All the world’s pain could never be provoked. And for it to afflict so many people, beautiful people, people that their aura can be felt hundreds, even thousands of miles away. I don’t buy it. I've done many things that I’m not proud of. And I’ve paid for them all. In one way or another. Again. Have I gained any level of deeper understanding from this exercise of emotional expression? I’m still not quite sure. But I feel a little better. Not so much an understanding, but a calm, and a hope...for hope. Goodnight my friends. This is Sir James signing out.
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