Perishable
11 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
When you start to think of it as a shell, really, as a shell…aesthetics become less important. I love my perishable body and all that it does for me. But lately I have been noticing eyes fluttering – feeling like a visitor. I have been thinking of my own skin cold, lifeless. It sounds depressing but honestly isn’t if you view a body as a shell, an instrument for living. And incredibly important instrument, but an instrument nonetheless. I don’t know what the point of living is if you are afraid of your own instrument. Why do other people thoughts have so much power over us? Why even when I declare to myself none of that matters do I still suffer from embarrassment? Why do I still find myself incessantly worrying about other people’s thoughts? But it seems like worrying is a lot of what living consists of. It seems like people need problems to work through to feel productive…you need a negative means to reach a positive end. People would be less creative and less motivated without pain. Without pain, where is the motivation for change? And why would we need to express from our cores to make powerful art? To me, no pain means to erase the need for anything at all, because to need is a type of pain.
So maybe the fact that god doesn’t love anybody has inspired a more meaningful, creative planet.
