Without much or any effort or attention, I easily find myself unconnected. Seeing so much of the world as on the other side of some glass wall. Or worse, a two-way mirror.
Can’t break the mold, as they say.
But as my days past turn to years and those years start to pile, I have lost more and more of the fear of those flaws. For some of them can never change. And those that can change, march me more towards being a better man.
Whatever that may mean.
Perhaps, once, I knew an audience I was writing for. Broad, and yet more specific at certain points. This was once more a letter outward more than whatever it is now.
Or am I remembering incorrectly? Well within possibility.
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May be masochism. Maybe something a bit more sublimated. May be a sign of acceptance, which I’ve heard tell is a part of good mental health.
Maybe I just like to act the contrary.
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It was visceral, last night. A full load of emotions all built up to singing, screaming and playing to the maximum intensity as I was capable. I recall almost passing out at the microphone.
And if I fell, who might catch me?
This is the week, though. Anticipation abundant. It happens a different week every year, but in six of those trips around the sun, I’ve always held a reverence for this week. The lead up to my favorite show. A day that will always be of the highest stature. Because of what happens during the day, sure. Love, charity, music, friends, and so on. All the best things.
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So today, was not what I thought it would be. As though it ever could be to be begin with.
Yet still, what I had vaguely schemed the first time I attempted waking this morning was far off from what was. But looking back, I see it was all with the theme.