This feels like the beginning and the end at the same time. Like the chilly wintry mornings of the 27th of December, after the birthday jubilance has faded. I feel stupid for the time gone by, having fallen for the exact same things. At the same time, smarter. There are days like these that make me want to count the number of benefits that arrive out of detachment. Maybe that's why Buddha looks so happy all the time. Every year on the morning of the 27th of December I promise to be more detached from meaningless, capitalist conspiracies and yet every year I make the exact same mistake of forgetting. There is something about the month of December. It starts out with giving in to everything that gives you weak knees and ends with you, alone. Again. Its like betraying your cause, all the rules you made an exact year ago, that 27th of December.
Except, this is summer. And today is June, the 13th.
And HEY, I've already been through this shit this winter.
Well, fuck.
Except, this is summer. And today is June, the 13th.
And HEY, I've already been through this shit this winter.
Well, fuck.
3 comments:
Why is not caring THAT difficult, I really wonder!
AD,
What has got into you? And is 26 Dec your birthday? One can live life on own terms without detachment from others. Just ignore those who make you feel being manipulated.
Take care
Yes, 26th of December is my birthday :)
The same day Mikhail Gorbachev signed a document that said that the USSR would cease to exist on its own.
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