We see things as they really are to the best of our capacity, but maybe we're not as great as we think. Maybe we're completely oblivious to some greater being out there. Like the ants and the plants are to us and all our greatness. Maybe the galaxies talk to eachother. There's no end to the possibilites and instead of making me feel hopelessly small, it makes me feel more a part of something. I'm just on this ride, with nowhere to go no, one to be, because it doesn't matter in the least. Just flowing on with life wherever it takes me.
I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough ...
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and this, what you wrote, was very comforting.