“Doing the world is doing what you are. Practice is realizing what you do, actualizing the world.”
-excerpt from St. Nadie in Winter by Terrance Keenan
Is there anyone who has not thought that joy must be carefree, that it is freedom from burdens of life, of self and others? It is not carefree. It is full of cares. It is everything.
It is the windows of the heart thrown open willingly to the manyweathers of the world.
A certain moment often offers a certain joy and through that we learn to distinguished certain moment of truth and a certain moment of lies. What we need is just a little bit of trust.
What is trust? Trust is not faith, though we often use it that way. People without faith can trust enough to go to sleep at night. Lying in bed, thinly clothed, closing eyes, letting go … in this world? What else if not trust? It takes other forms.
Trust is fallible. There may be monsters under your metaphorical bed. Most of us trust that we are normal. What could normal possibly mean?
Normal is the root of all war, to point that out let me tell you what makes a war’s a war. How many wars have been fought to destroy those who are not normal according to someone’s arbitrary standards? This I presume, happens to all of us on daily basis yet we rarely seen it coming.
Is such trust misplaced? Trust, commonly used to implies a value but it is actually an action (rather than “we trust goodness” we tends to “act accordingly to just”). And when we can act accordingly we can trust appropriately. We learn to trust ourselves and willing to let go to sleep tonight, and then we let go to wake up.
And such actions sometimes bode not very well in the end of the tunnel, when we trust someone or being trusted by someone, chances are things could get really bad. Either they or us that betray each other in a misleading moments of our life time.
The question is, what will you do when that trust is broken? Will you accept their apologies? Or in vice versa, will you bow down and ask for forgiveness? Is it really possible to patched that broken trust?
As I consider myself as a dramatis personae, a man attached to a strings,
I know I do some bad things and I have broke many people’s trust, many strings of trust including the one that was held by someone I love.
I know I will die. So do you. Can you live with that knowledge? Do you have a choice? Is mortality a gift? A pointless question. Still, another day of life, what luck! Still have time to make up for everything, so here we go..
For her, the center of my universe,
I’ve lost something important because of small things
The door to you vanished without a sound
The more I wish for your happiness
The more selfish I become
But still, I want you to stay, and I always did
When my wish comes true, I’ll be crying
At the center of my universe, that’s where you belong.
I’m sorry, if the joy once we had is a care free joy.
All my mistakes. I know I will die. I know I live. So I’m gonna breathe them all.