COVID diaries - day unknown: birds of a feather and trolls lost in caves of presume.
some days - i suppose - designed to provide clarity. today would be a prime example. as i grow older i find less time/patience for those seeking to disrupt. perhaps Social Media is to blame, but somewhere along my journey i lost interest in traveling avenues of acceptance. tonight as i look back on the day that was i actually smile. reading the (absurd) comments on one of my posts reminds me just how different my standards are from when i was a teenager. back then i looked up to those in positions of "authority" - teachers, cops etc. - with the utmost respect. sometime during my final years in high school that started to change. lucky for me (avoided jail time), i was able to corral the impulses to lash out at the speakers of the house of assume. today i don't put as much effort in the resistance. the filter of youth is gone and reluctance tossed without regret into the trash. reserving my mental energy for tasks more valuable than arguments with insipid insignificant wanna-be elites, i chose instead to respond to their attempts at intellect with laughter.
and so it goes.
i have to believe there is truth in the saying - "ignorance is bliss". i know i found joy - front row seats to exhibitions of utter incompetence...
audacious.
inconsiderate of all but agendas we create, we find our success measured within paradigms of self-sufficiency. yet wonder why we occupy our time with thoughts of imagined accommodation. lonely becomes our captor - makes us slaves to indisposed...
i listen to your opinion.
your words of implied autonomy.
i take into consideration your pronunciations of presumed should.
what i hear,
instead -
invitation to imitation of intent.
how easy,
this manipulation of can -
evolving into could.
the obstacle,
however,
lies in the variance of vulnerability.
this life,
my friend,
magnificently manufactured scale.
and hard as you try,
regardless the weight of objectivity applied,
your up can never raise my down.
even the baggage of commiseration cannot balance the difference between your good intent,
and the indifference of my can't...
and so it goes.
i have to believe there is truth in the saying - "ignorance is bliss". i know i found joy - front row seats to exhibitions of utter incompetence...
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Friday, November 17, 2017
we choose sometimes, to disconnect. sever ties with all that seeks to be attached. in pursuit of less-than, we strive to realize the purpose for our journey. it seems we spend so much energy - time - consumed in justifying circumstance. and as we climb upon our stacks of obligation, instead of reaching higher on our quest for absolution, we merely redefine the distance from our assumption to the (ground) truth.audacious.
inconsiderate of all but agendas we create, we find our success measured within paradigms of self-sufficiency. yet wonder why we occupy our time with thoughts of imagined accommodation. lonely becomes our captor - makes us slaves to indisposed...
indifference (revisited)
i listen to your opinion.
your words of implied autonomy.
i take into consideration your pronunciations of presumed should.
what i hear,
instead -
invitation to imitation of intent.
how easy,
this manipulation of can -
evolving into could.
the obstacle,
however,
lies in the variance of vulnerability.
this life,
my friend,
magnificently manufactured scale.
and hard as you try,
regardless the weight of objectivity applied,
your up can never raise my down.
even the baggage of commiseration cannot balance the difference between your good intent,
and the indifference of my can't...
