What is it about the human that lets it hurt so quickly with abandon, fully and completely? I think about the thousands of other species on this planet who undoubtedly feel physical and mental pain too but who can run and hunt and play and hide with predators all around them and then I think, what causes us to sit holed up in a kitchen chain smoking slowly killing ourselves from the inside, feeling it all, writing words about our condition, throwing sentences up against the wall to watch them fall back down time and time again? What a silly beautiful little ritual.
I have a propensity to feel this kind of depth of despair and shake my head telling myself you know you are smarter than that unlit cigarette on your kitchen table and stronger than the tears you cry. But I shut my eyes, scrunch them up real tight, trying to chase that new song feeling.
That paradox of my hypochondriac behavior and propensity to grasp at health and wellbeing and my dark relationship with despair. I’m chasing after a healthier mind and healthier body and there is no part of me that is proud of my weaknesses. But certain setbacks set. me. back.
Still stronger than that trembling girl I was a year ago still years away from being fully centered. But these newfound roots that have grown from my feet and imbedded themselves in each and every surface under them has me more centered than I ever was before. So why am I ashamed and unable to kick this habit?
I used to say that there is some beauty in everything when it’s falling apart and that terrible artist inside of me must still latch on to such moments holding on tightly, not wanting to let go – wanting to play that sad girl in that sad film with that sad soundtrack in that sad but fucking beautiful world as I feel it growing harder and harder to stay this way for longer making these moments of beautiful sadness harder and harder to enjoy. But there is also a beauty in happiness. I just keep telling myself just please God no don’t let me loose my humanity in the process. Oh how fantastic and flawed the ego is. What messes we humans are.
Photography: Johannes Husen
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