there are things i think are weirdĀ
but itās not that they are actuallyĀ
weirdĀ
itās that they are unusualĀ
or they bring me a new perspective ā
one that iām not so used to
ā like seeing an orange tractor on the side of the roadĀ
surrounded by three men in orangeĀ
construction suitsĀ
in the middle of the french countrysideĀ
or the fact thatĀ
at the beach yesterday, the foggy glimpse of
land,
the island we could see in the distance
was the british island of jersey.
it made me think about how the world
is really so smallĀ
and that we, humans, are the onesĀ
that make it seem so big andĀ
vast.Ā
we are the ones that over complicate
over think
over populateĀ
over build
over useĀ
over dignify ourselvesĀ
when we are just merely
visitors in this never ending universe.
and somehow, in someĀ
situations that idea isĀ
safety andĀ
comfort. itās refreshingĀ
to know that as messy and as complicatedĀ
our lives are, none of itĀ
actually matters. because if nothing matters, we can get away with a lot.
we can be mean andĀ
crazy and stupidĀ
and in loveĀ
and happy and hungry for more
and sadĀ
and lively and alone.Ā
but then i remember that āwe are not a drop in the ocean we are the ocean in a dropā
and we donāt have to pretend that ourĀ
emotions are meaninglessĀ
and that our lives arenāt meant to be livedĀ
and we arenāt meant to be thought about andĀ
cared for and loved.Ā
the things we feel are real and they hurt.
they are painful.Ā
they are beautiful.Ā
they stay and they pass.Ā
just like the fog that covers up jersey ā
just like the tractor on the side of the road ā
just like us.