Sunday, July 28, 2013

Alone

the worst pain isn't hunger,
it isn't freezing, or burning,
it isn't stabbing or slashing,
it isn't physical

it isn't confusion, or ignorance
it isn't being lost, or clueless,
it isn't not understanding

it isn't loss, the death of a friend,
it isn't the things that escaped your grasp,
it isn't the thing you once held.

it isn't anger, or revenge,
it isn't the bitterness or resentment,
it isn't the jealousy that eats inside,

the worst pain, the pain that doesn't bite,
doesn't sting, the pain that is always dull,
despairingly dull and numb,
that is always overwhelming -
that never fully goes away, that will always scare us - is lonliness

the greatest pain, is no one knowing, and no one caring,
it is when your life goes by with actions without meaning
for with lonliness, comes irrelevance, the realization that pain means nothing.
and that nothing, it consumes, it latches onto us like a parasite that we foster, that we hold onto, and pretend to find necessary.

For love we hunger, we burn, we freeze,
we humble, we confuse, we lose,
for love we forgive, we forget,
for love we live,


but for the lonliness, we nothing.

Restlessness

There's been some urges lately for me to go bigger and deeper.
Reconnecting in Sydney has been massive for me on so many levels. The people I'm seeing, the conversations I'm having, the stuff I'm doing. Its the little things that make up life. And they are nourishing.
But I think they are building blocks for bigger things.
I don't know yet what these things are. I look forward to them, but I dare not jeopardize those basic things that sustain me in the pursuit.
For now, to work, to play, to rest is enough. But I'm not sure for how long.
Too many times I finish my evenings in this late hour wondering what to do with myself. There's an answer somewhere I'm sure of it. I'd like to find it.

Monday, July 15, 2013

My happiness

is found the abundance of those I care for.