This city street opens up a place for me, on it's bruised and dirty carcass.
Maybe we're the same that way - the city and I - both here, marvels of evolution, progress and fusion; and simultaneously out of place, a discorded footprint during time's relentless march.
The City is a fascination as well as a terror. It breeds a deep duality within me. Excitement, intrigue, experience and expression as well as anxiety oppression conformity and obscurity It lends itself to hope and indifference in a single moment.
In many ways I know it's th end of an era.
But will I remember? Remember how to hear the sounds of a soft shoe scuffle? The parade of leather souls down cracked and beaten paths. Will I remember how to see the stars, as I have again and again, for the first time? Will I remember that most great things come in small packages, to be savoured and set free? Will I remember how to free my eyes, when the time comes, from those perspectives that do not serve me? Remembering rather that I am creator of all magic, the director of my dreams, rolling the camera backwards I breath life into the narratives that I have lived. A narrative of strength, endurance and perseverance A narrative of kindness, insight and the quest for commonality. Will I remember home is a place I carry in my heart, not a destination? Will I remember all the lessons? To be kind to ourselves in our moments of weakness They are fleeting and necessary. To be open to the possibility in all things and all people. To not be afraid. To never, ever let fear rob us of curiosity. That all fear is a creation of the mind. Will I remember to dream big and live small? That life exists most profoundly in the moment and all change is made through small and immediate action, not in long protracted thought. To embrace the newness with compassion. remember that wherever you go, there is someone there trying to get out. That freedom is a mechanism of choice, not having choices. We don't have freedom - we choose it - in the deepest parts of us.
Will I remember that we are not a summation of 'proofs' things you can put down on paper, wards you can hold or deed you can count. Do not build your sense of self on accolades. You will always be miserable and never know why. Because there will be long stretches of time when you are alone. When attention is spare and suspect and the worlds indifference will be crushing. You will be lonely. Utterly, disparingly lonely. This is where you start. This is the beginning of all that you are. Say hello to yourself, you will never your her more intimately.
Do not hide from those feelings or things about yourself you feel are ugly. There denile feeds deep resentment. Root it out as soon as you can. Understand what haunts you and face it. name it. Call it out and sit with it. Then let it go. Burn that ugliness with the light of conscious awareness. Know that you are infinite both in weakness and in strength. None of it matter, all that matter is that you do not run from what's inside you, what drives you. What you are most afraid to admit.
No one has any answers, though many have some very interesting things to say. Listen first. Don't force yourself on others. If they're worth the time they will ask.
Sleep when you're tired.
Eat when you're hungry.
Eat real food. Remember that what and how you eat is merely a prduct of culture and habit. You'll never regret how much better life is when you feed yourself with intent and purpose.
Be here now. stop waiting for th next thing to happen. Sheer joy is living for the moment.
Don't try and compete in anyone elses darhma. Don't play anyone elses game or live to their standards. your greatest attribute is the beauty, joy and persistance that comes from doing those things you are truley passionate about. But for godsakes Try Everything Once. becuase you'll never know what you don't know.
More people will love you respect you and do right by you than will let you down. Let it go and move on.
Practice Yoga
Enjoy.
Maybe we're the same that way - the city and I - both here, marvels of evolution, progress and fusion; and simultaneously out of place, a discorded footprint during time's relentless march.
The City is a fascination as well as a terror. It breeds a deep duality within me. Excitement, intrigue, experience and expression as well as anxiety oppression conformity and obscurity It lends itself to hope and indifference in a single moment.
In many ways I know it's th end of an era.
But will I remember? Remember how to hear the sounds of a soft shoe scuffle? The parade of leather souls down cracked and beaten paths. Will I remember how to see the stars, as I have again and again, for the first time? Will I remember that most great things come in small packages, to be savoured and set free? Will I remember how to free my eyes, when the time comes, from those perspectives that do not serve me? Remembering rather that I am creator of all magic, the director of my dreams, rolling the camera backwards I breath life into the narratives that I have lived. A narrative of strength, endurance and perseverance A narrative of kindness, insight and the quest for commonality. Will I remember home is a place I carry in my heart, not a destination? Will I remember all the lessons? To be kind to ourselves in our moments of weakness They are fleeting and necessary. To be open to the possibility in all things and all people. To not be afraid. To never, ever let fear rob us of curiosity. That all fear is a creation of the mind. Will I remember to dream big and live small? That life exists most profoundly in the moment and all change is made through small and immediate action, not in long protracted thought. To embrace the newness with compassion. remember that wherever you go, there is someone there trying to get out. That freedom is a mechanism of choice, not having choices. We don't have freedom - we choose it - in the deepest parts of us.
Will I remember that we are not a summation of 'proofs' things you can put down on paper, wards you can hold or deed you can count. Do not build your sense of self on accolades. You will always be miserable and never know why. Because there will be long stretches of time when you are alone. When attention is spare and suspect and the worlds indifference will be crushing. You will be lonely. Utterly, disparingly lonely. This is where you start. This is the beginning of all that you are. Say hello to yourself, you will never your her more intimately.
Do not hide from those feelings or things about yourself you feel are ugly. There denile feeds deep resentment. Root it out as soon as you can. Understand what haunts you and face it. name it. Call it out and sit with it. Then let it go. Burn that ugliness with the light of conscious awareness. Know that you are infinite both in weakness and in strength. None of it matter, all that matter is that you do not run from what's inside you, what drives you. What you are most afraid to admit.
No one has any answers, though many have some very interesting things to say. Listen first. Don't force yourself on others. If they're worth the time they will ask.
Sleep when you're tired.
Eat when you're hungry.
Eat real food. Remember that what and how you eat is merely a prduct of culture and habit. You'll never regret how much better life is when you feed yourself with intent and purpose.
Be here now. stop waiting for th next thing to happen. Sheer joy is living for the moment.
Don't try and compete in anyone elses darhma. Don't play anyone elses game or live to their standards. your greatest attribute is the beauty, joy and persistance that comes from doing those things you are truley passionate about. But for godsakes Try Everything Once. becuase you'll never know what you don't know.
More people will love you respect you and do right by you than will let you down. Let it go and move on.
Practice Yoga
Enjoy.
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