This Life

This life is weird and people are weird. And it doesn’t get any less weird the more you know or the more you learn. It just goes on getting stranger and stranger. I suppose there’s a simple beauty in that. Understanding that the more you know the less you’ll understand. 


And the wind sounds the way the ocean does just without the water. And a bee, a bumble bee, came to look at my toes then flew away. I have no idea what I’m talking about but it makes so much sense. The clouds looked like a heard of bison migrating. It really does only get weirder from here. 


But the thing is this life isn’t about finding a purpose and then striving to attain it, because what happens when you do? What happens when you complete you life's mission? I’ll tell you what happens, you sit in a stupor wondering what the point of all that was in the first place. I know because I did it. 


My life’s mission was to survive the hellish landscape we call high school. I did it, I made it out. And then I had no clue what to do with myself. I had nearly every teacher I ever knew tell me it was near suicide to pursue art. I knew at the time they couldn’t be further from the truth, and I know that today. But man was I unprepared to have to defend my choices as an 18 year old. At nearly 21 I could care less what they had to say. They didn’t get it, they missed the memo, it was greek to them. But I knew and I know. 


I know this life is bigger than just surviving, or making a lot of money, or finding someone to spend it with. This life is bigger and simpler than all those things put together. It’s about finding what makes it worth it to you and chasing after that. It’s going looking for yourself and finding God. And the looking for God and finding yourself. This life is your own. Only you get to live it. Anyone who told you otherwise was lying. 


The more I learn the more I know, the less I truly understand. I know that this life is meant to be lived, individually and uniquely. But what I understand is that without love and without hope I have nothing. What I’m really saying is that there is not perfect way to live this life and it won’t ever please everyone. But this life is worthy to be lived. There’s a beauty there, understanding that your life is unique and that’s a good thing. This life is beautiful. 

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