…when do we comprehend?

Photo by: E. Chase — Ascent of Ash and Sand

“The strength of a person’s spirit would then be measured by how much ‘truth’ he could tolerate, or more precisely, to what extent he needs to have it diluted, disguised, sweetened, muted, falsified.” — Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

…one misstep has you falter

trip —

fall —

bruised knees —

abrasion to the palms

sour sting —

the lightest graze

tantalising —

nerves bound by an aching hum…

…one wrong turn has you lost

facing dead ends

constantly turning

— around

and around

and around

shadows of the past encroaching

regrets —

sorrows —

memories haunting —

the sanctuary for feeble hearts

seems so distant…

…before it’s even begun

crippling exhaustion

smashing against meager motivation

to chase a narration

that’s not your own

labyrinth of time and space —

of joys and mistakes —

losing —

searching —

finding —

redeeming in the eyes

of battered childhoods…

…tumultuously shouting

echoes replying

from the chasms of overthinking

following the impulses

to peek around the corner

to scout around the bend

to seek that which holds just behind the light

never satisfying

always wanting more

there has to be more

bigger —

brighter —

better…

…tasting the only paradise served

for just a single moment

then —

convincing it was just a dream

a misshapen memory

normalising —

the absence of extraordinary

fantasies play on repeat

— again

and again

and again…

…the blade of boredom

trying to end the dullness

cutting enthusiasms

passions —

fascinations —

for it’s all about distractions

attractions —

instant gratifications —

incessant need for mass adoration

It’s all wrong —

revelations that “you are enough”

presenting as stale

brittle —

broken —

banal…

…veracity of our selves

always resides within

not without —

wildly free

not devout —

desiring this fruition

to be birthed in the air

forgetting that all truths

must first take root…

…is there a comprehending

an understanding

do you understand?

when everything is ending

before finally meeting

that bleakness on the precipice

silent nights —

final breaths —

a dreamless slumber —

will your eyes open wide?

to finally see —

all you need —

abides within simplicity…

…the moment

live in the moment —

for we are all but specks of dust

on a floating rock

drifting through an endless void.

Thank you for reading.

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