What’s the difference between
your struggle and mine? Yours is greater? No mine is. Who is to say what
constitutes the hierarchy? What are the requirements for, “yours is greater than
mine?” If one does really feel one’s fight is greater than the other, speak up.
Tell me why, why is it greater? Yes! Go on, tell me why, I will listen.
What I’ve come to realize
specifically, is that your struggle in life and my struggle in life are the
same. Our life’s struggle boils down to similar properties, similar motives, and
similar universal themes. We are not so different. This matters because although
we are not so different, I find it hard to understand other people sometimes,
for reasons short lived, however the questions remain, “Wow! What conviction
and stamina how do they steadfast, what do they see that I don’t that landed
them in the struggle upon them, or lastly, what did they miss that I didn’t
miss that landed me in mine?”
No matter the circumstance, we
are all living to die. Toiling becomes, boring, predictable, and agonizing
because we are aware of the outcome; inescapably so, you will be amidst tough
times one way or another. It is safe to
say you are here to see what you can make out of yourself, out of your family,
out of your struggle; to see if what you have been given to face your path will
be used accordingly. In your own way you face your very own big or small unique
battle and so do I. I would like mine to inspire yours and yours mine. This is
how we will make it through; this is how our struggle will become worth it,
manageable, attainable; inspiration.
It can be death gripping, it can
be transcending. The formula for recreating this feeling should be heavily
spread across all daily spectrum and once recreated orally ingested. As I
lounge here typing, listening to Tycho:
http://youtu.be/Z6ih1aKeETk
http://youtu.be/Z6ih1aKeETk
I can’t help but to be in awe of
the indescribable feeling even this is giving me; permission to drift and perceive
thoughts in a different way, maybe a more clear way so that I can intuitively and
fiercely face my minute, hour, or day with confidence. Inspiration is very spiritual like. I believe
this because you literally can get it from anywhere at any time; considerably omnipotent.
There is a quick surge of depth and empathy that rushes through your brain and
body; heaven sent. It is all of a sudden a third eye, it is mind boggling.
Imagine walking around your entire life with the facade of having power,
believing you actually have real power and you really don’t have the slightest inkling
of the real thing, real power, and then, unexpectedly, one day, out of nowhere, you
get hit with an extreme dose of it; one day out of nowhere you feel a jolt. One day out of nowhere you
for the first time actually experience real power. Fat tears stream down your
face, you don’t blink, in fact you don’t blink for so long that your eyes burn
from the dryness, your mouth drops as wide as it has ever been, and it
too dries up, none of which you can actually feel. All you feel is real power.
All you feel is transcending.
And to think that explanation of the
feeling would help but it doesn’t so bear with me…
Breath taking, charges of intense emotions,
tingling sensations, you were once moving but now you are at a standstill;
you are in deep thought; you are inspired. This feeling is somewhat a bit
of a drug, an irresistible lure that sucks you in more than real love does. The
experience is so potent that it forces you to recreate it; it forces you to
act, move, do, and be more of who you are supposed to be, face your path
fearlessly.
I have dreams that we will have to stand in line to
get it, but in reality we don't, in reality we are the same. As I wake up day to day to face
daily routine, daily responsibilities, to face my daily significant struggle, I remember that you
are facing your very own big or small unique battle as well. I would like mine to
inspire yours and yours mine. This is how we will make it through; this is how
our struggle will become worth it, manageable, attainable.
Inspiration.