Write. Write for these words will soon disappear from your mind and eventually your heart. A door that connects two rooms is in both. A door that leads somewhere is everywhere. The mind can lie to others while the heart cannot lie to self. Our ideology, needs and desires all stem from bias that support your views. Like hues of yellow after the sunrise that eventually become so bright that they lose their color, I will forget about you. And with age and eventual lack of receptors to feed my brain, I will forget about the idea of you. The you here is self; some tend to call it ego and are on the trail of killing it. Some nurture it to feed others’. This mysterious, cumbersome and eventually in the long run, futile quest of survival and journey has been taken my billions before us and will be taken by billions after us. The stage is set. The curtain never comes down.
Words start, stop and restart to make sense. Pretensions fade. The mind clears. Starts writing faster, better and with intent. The myst that was the writers block gives way to a clarity that is pure, unfiltered and raw. A need to be heard and read. A wish to matter. A want to make a difference. This, extremely vulnerable yet real truth is the starting and beginning of it all. A baby while noncommunicating does the same; using a cry to be heard. A man uses silence. Some are heard; others are lost; lost like a billion other thoughts, ideas and feelings that go unheard or unrequited. I will be gone too. These words will still exist and be read by those that try to look for them. The paragraph will not end. There will be no breaks in between the journey; a layered yet linear motion that is life. Like waves of a moving river; going on to its end shall every action, word, kiss, thought contribute to the making of a movie that has had its ups and downs and continues to play out. The many acts that were all related and yet varied. The person that is now ready to take shape and begin. Initiation and Return. Together.
