Fuck it. It’s all such an apathetic blur, Life, I mean. Do you ever feel that? Up and down, and stable grounds are the way things never were And the truth is so lonely; who’d want to reveal that? A dichotomy of euphoria and absolute despair And the system is a loop so you find it hard to care You’re singing out ‘why not’, while you’re also asking why You live, you smile, you remain in denial. And then one day you die.
And everyday I’m still alive, and it hits me once again That none of this is stopping, and I’ll never know when My eyes want to see the world as beautiful or bleak Either way I know I’m hungry but I just can’t eat
“We’re all one consciousness. We’re not our bodies. that’s an illusion. Our physical forms are just a temporary condensation of consciousness in material form. This one consciousness is our true identity. And we all know this deep within us: I know that you know that we all know that we are one. We’re all just playing this game. In ordinary reality, we’ve deliberately gone to sleep on this knowledge. It’s not just a metaphor. Our minds are all linked, yet we’ve made this consensual agreement to pretend that we don’t know it. We’ll just play out this game of creating different forms and names and individualities.”—Chalres Hayes, Tripping (via ciera rose, oceanofmind)
Today’s text conversation with my mother. We love each other.
Mum: Hi gorgeous. Hope you’re having a great day. Looking forward to Friday! M xxxx
Cam: Oh it’s alright. Wouldn’t say great, but it’s certainly far from terrible. Hope you’re having a great day! Like the best day ever. EVER
Mum: The rest of my life would be such a disappointing slide if today was my best day EVER. Not that I’m rejecting your good wishes, far from it, but a little less ambition may be an appropriate course for a standard Wednesday. I accept that this is how you may also feel about Wednesdays.
Cam: Valid, but don’t you see? It’s always Wednesday! I’ll leave that one open to interpretation.
Mum: Have an appropriately satisfying Wednesday then. I accept that all possibilities are present on any given Wednesday, within the restraints of the working week, yet greater possibilities may be present on, say, Friday, negating your “it’s always Wednesday” statement. Different days, different vibrations.
Cam: Time and day are only human constructs- fictional guidelines if you will. A distinction between one present and another will hence only lead to confusion. We, like everything, are timeless. The ever flowing present renders all ‘future’ moments inevitable. Q.E.D it’s always Wednesday.
Mum: And there, despite us living in a world of human constructs and tides and Wednesdays, is another song title. Or chapter title.
I’m not saying it’s your fault Although you could have done more Oh you’re so naive yet so How could this been done By such a smiling sweetheart Oh and your sweet and pretty face In such an ugly world Something so beautiful