Reflection I wrote on April 24, 2012 in San Jose, Costa Rica.
What I have deemed my own private hell, existential angst, uncertainty, and confusion have been a byproduct of my indecision with my life. Paralyzing fear has been the result of not wanting to commit fully to courses of action in my life; refusing to commit to my life itself. From choosing a career to choices of what to do to fill the space of each day, the void left by my indecision has been painful and led to much suffering. It's taken a toll on my health, my sense of well-being, and my peace of mind.
The joys of life certainly cannot come from a place of prolonged, lethargic inaction based in fear. There is no right path except to choose a path and go all out for it; commit to one's life fully and face what comes. It may be uncomfortable and downright painful and terrifying at times, but at least it's living. The opposite course, the refusal of life, is hell on earth.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
no chance in this hell, snowball
I’ve drudged these halls
and wept in these corners for days
it’s mostly cobwebs and dust,
rusty pieces of pipe and broken screws,
loose dirt on hard ground,
smells of mildew and mould
between the bricks
every now and then
a trickle of water here,
a feather of sunlight there –
you need to press your tongue to the cracks
to really take it in
but as long as you’re here,
hoping for a chance to go and play in the grass again