A Heart that Beats as both Syphon and Reservoir...

Let us begin… how does one initiate living his or her life in the digital age filled with digital ghosts? I suppose that one impetus that a person might use to chronicle his or her life on the internet is the fact that they have reached a crossroads in life and are seeking an outlet to express themselves in the hope of receiving solace. Perhaps that is what has led me here. my life begins again today. this moment. this second. exit under cobalt skies. i did not exist until exactly 17 seconds ago. life, happiness, sadness, joy, and pain, it is all about perspective. Life with all of its truths and consequences continues to move forward as does the sea, “she goes forth out of hands and she returns into hands .”

i think that we redefine ourselves many times throughout our lives. sometimes voluntarily, sometimes involuntarily. it could be a beautiful metamorphosis. our subjective perspective acts like a prism through which the light of experience refracts and bends throughout time and space. it is the little things that matter most, nothing in life is trivial. that may sound very cliché, but the sentiment is so very true. when she wears that dress, it feels like the galaxy compressed. a single glance. a hopeful smile. a paper heart. a summer’s night. a winter’s moon. a new friend. the bitter end. there is beauty even in tragedy. the beauty of that limitless new possibility of the unknown. the topography of the human heart is inconsistent at best. i feel, evolutionarily speaking, that life is circular and that the structure of the human brain is analogous to not only other pheno- and genotypically evolved traits but to the intangible, existential road of a lifetime. the localization of function. the ability to recover. the heart, literally and figuratively, is simultaneously the strongest and weakest human element; it is at times able to withstand the fury of a thousand hurricanes or it can break upon the suggestion of a breeze. a second in time, is that measured in the same manner as the width of a single synapse? It is all about perspective.

in the United States of Conformity, the country where I live, people are always trying to convince each other how lonely or crestfallen they are. this despicable sentiment diffuses itself throughout our entire society, infecting all of us with a disease to which no one is immune. we have to transcend this. Life at any moment presents itself as a harvester of opportunity and possibility. there exist so many things that are bigger than we are. at this very moment a flower is opening in the Amazon, a Sperm Whale and Giant Squid (architeuthus dux) are engaged in a mortal combat in the icy waters of the Antarctic. Perspective arms each and every one of us with the ability to take up arms against insincerity or malady. The world personified - My weeping willow turns into a heart and breaks.
all that we have is time. we can persist for a century or expire tomorrow, and in “that sleep of death” we do not know “what dreams may come.” so please, as you read this, take pause, look around yourself, find the beauty that IS there and say, “well isn’t this nice?” There are elements that are always there to offer comfort and happiness; the sun, the moon, the stars~*, the rain. Life and happiness (true self-actualization) is all a matter of perspective. Mr. Thoreau has wisely noted that “the sun shines just as brightly on the alms house, as on the rich man’s abode.” You can take MY words and cast them off as pretentious rambling, but beware truth does lie within. this i promise you.

Perspective. My life is not as perfect has I had always hoped that it would be at this point, but as i lay here drowning…i learned to breathe water. i will not remain a dull flame. breathe water. in promethean unity i entreat a million cowboys to light their fires. there is a light within me that “will never go out.” we are all in need of a heart that beats as both “syphon and reservoir” to retain all of the blissful memories and discard of the useless happenstance. True Love and true friendship are like the seasons, they change, yet they always remain the same. Perspective. I did not know how best to introduce myself. the above meandering is the only way I know how. That is I. breate water~* As I whisper to you…
“and is with sleep….

love,
the breaking

of your
soul
upon
my lips”

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