10 Painfully Obvious Truths Everyone Forgets Too Soon. Life lessons you should never forget!
All hail the queen.
Just listened to and watched her self-titled album. Praise be. She can not be contained and I love her wild spirit. I have no choice but to listen on repeat. Sexxxxyyyyyyyy cause she WERKS it and she OWNS it.
It’s extraordinary to me to be reacquainted with a feeling or a way of being you forgot could be experienced.
When I was a spritely youth, looking outward towards my life, I constantly felt an openness and a joyful excitement for the surprises and newness I knew were on the way. It was an all-encompassing thing. I could taste it on the tip of my tongue and feel it in the breeze moving through my fingertips. The music I played was loud and my friends and I were ALWAYS dancing.
Dancing in parks in the middle of winter, dancing on our lunch period in a parking lot, dancing in my basement wearing wigs, and if it wasn’t dancing, it was streaking, or feasting, or sneaking or drawing or driving with the music turned way up. Anything that brought on the feeling of a thrill. We sought that feeling of freedom so actively like our lives depended on it. And they did. We had that curious wisdom that comes from being young and innocent where you focus on what really matters, because things are so simple and it’s all you know. Life was this giant amazing thing we didn’t understand and yet we were so ready for it. Any fears we had were cancelled out by our utter zest for the fact that we were alive. We had been equipped and trained to laugh and enjoy our moments as much as possible. The idea of being an “adult” was just that, an idea. We understood it a little intellectually, but there was no sense in really giving it much thought because we were young, carefree and the world was there waiting to be explored.
Now I’m a bit older. I’m 24. I remember thinking about what it would be like to be in my 20s when I was 16. I had the idea that it would be JUST like it was for me then, but with more freedom. I thought I would be traveling to amazing places, adventuring in more epic ways, acting, loving, partying with my friends, enjoying every moment. The details weren’t important as much as the feeling of being happy was. Lately, it’s as though I have forgotten what that feeling was like. I have allowed myself to be weighed down and reigned in by things that make me an “adult”. I have massive student loans, and rent and bills and jobs and ideas about success and a schedule to maintain, and good god just writing these things out makes me want to squirm.
The idea of maintaining is abhorrent. To maintain is to stay the same, it doesn’t account for movement. It is by its nature, mediocre. I’ve been settling lately in various ways, and I’m fucking done. Maintaining does not make me happy, it makes me sad and frightened and it makes me realize, viscerally what it would feel like to regret the choices I made in my life. It is overwhelmingly terrifying and incredibly motivating. Fear of not living propels me forward into embracing the fear that comes with taking risks.
To be afraid is like feeling a snake, wrapping and constricting itself around whatever it is you’re holding onto it, suffocating it, letting it die slowly. I see people around me, and they just believe in these fake things so they can continue to convince themselves they are living. They believe that they are happy, and you can see it in the way they move and the way they talk, the things they talk about, good god, the stupid, trivial things they talk about.
They stay in the lines of what this system has provided them, and they look forward to the next holiday or the next weekend, the next allotment of freedom that has been portioned out to them. What the fuck is the point if you’re not willing to risk real pain and sadness? It’s a waste of a life. It’s avoiding anything that might hurt, at the expense of never feeling the things that make it all worth it.
I’ve been thinking about what’s next for me, what adventure awaits, and as it becomes more real, I begin to become reacquainted with that amazing feeling of excitement for life.
All of a sudden songs mean more, the things I’m seeing when I’m driving affect me more, everyone is interesting and opportunities seem to be everywhere. Life doesn’t feel scary, it feels like an exciting challenge and I can’t wait to see how far I can push myself, how many fears I can overcome. The more restrictions and rules I feel trying to contain me, the more I want to break them down and laugh. This life is what you choose to believe. If you choose to maintain, just make sure you’re satisfied, because if you’re not, you might as well be dead.
The funny thing about someone rejecting the regulation of a harmless plant is, well, everything. It’s funny and also kind of cute. in a like “aw, you have no idea what you’re talking about on so many levels, how embarrassing for you” way.
In time, these rejectors can be placated. The majority will have the final say. Hopefully those who try to discredit this will one day be taken as the jokes that they are, and their true intentions will become more transparent. Those who follow, may also one day stop living in fear of things they have no understanding of. Maybe in time, they will even begin to understand themselves.
These scared people can berate the legal use of marijuana, but no one dares criticize our addiction to pleasure. Because that would mean blowing the whistle on our dealer. It would also mean being honest. and honesty, sadly, is far too difficult for many people.
Pleasure as a commodity, is our world’s heroin. Everyone is a user and many are addicts. We long to get high, and if we could, we would never come down.
We would soar above the pain and hurt and the loss and the infinite unknown that lies beneath the surface of all things.
We seek out pleasure to avoid pain. This makes sense, but when one is afraid of pain, they will go to desperate measures to avoid it, and this, in turn, makes us sick.
It is that suffering and state of uncertainty that we must draw from. Life is suffering, and this is a wonderful thing, not something to hide from. If we embraced Death, then we might begin to live.
You won’t need to be high to appreciate how the savory crunch of chile-rubbed bacon contrasts with the velvety cream of sweet corn soup at the inaugural cannabis-themed dinner hosted by Edible Events.
So many delicious songs. Eat up!