Life Shocks
They command our attention. Some bounce off us, others strike deep into our being. These moments are collision points between how we see life and how life actually is.
Is this a part of the master plan? A ritual union, like love sinking in the sand, petals falling on demand? Mentally powerful, a force to be reckoned with, an abundance of courage required, whilst the hand tries desperately to hold onto a strong sea of spirituality, trying to seek meaning in it all. The ability to grasp onto the constant underflow remains forever challenging as it continues to seep out of the cracks. I’m still alive & kicking until Mother Nature decides to finalise the closing chapter.
It feels like I’m living my life through somebody else’s perspective, lenses, view point. Admittedly the most surrealist experience I’ve ever had to encounter. Is it denial? A disbelief in my existence, a refusal to recognise the reality of what’s actually happening? The dying process, the biggest acceptance in complete retrospect.
Overwhelmed an understatement. More fussed over than flies around shit. Not something I would ever get used to admittedly. How the table of vulnerability has turned full circle, now upside down, sitting on its head. Not by choice, if I had my way, I’d swerve fuss like the plague, take the back seat single every time. Peak behind the curtain, so much easier than being on centre stage.
I said it before & I’ll say it again, now I’m back by dope demand, based on my current situation. I never thought I’d be embracing it daily if someone would have asked me two years ago, I would off declined. I’m not a stoner, not my flavour. Now helps ease the pain in my liver, open the doors to my creative river. Let it all flow.
Life moves on, never ending. We will all be Kings of our own tomorrow. Where finally there is sunshine even when she’s gone & you will all carry the happy memories & love in your hearts to have been blessed by that crazy little thing called “Life”.
