the thing about getting old is that it is ageless. everyday the effects of yesterday are still a day away from tomorrow.
the stock market. real estate. the temperature of the earth.
there are things that move in only one direction over time.
what if there are things you can stop? and what if everyday that you don’t stop them, they just get older, closer to their perceived expiration date. what if too far gone is really only further than yesterday, but not nearly as far away as tomorrow?
worse, what if everything isn’t linear at all? what if to get to today, we have to pass through tomorrow?
you’re sitting on a beautiful couch in a beautiful house. across the room is a lamp, casting this warm glow on all the beauty around you. suddenly, the light goes out. now its dark, and you can’t see anything… but that’s ok, because when the light was on, it burned an impression in your mind’s eye of all the beauty. unfortunately, over time, the image inside you fades back to black. it happens so gradually that you barely even notice. you can’t experience the beauty, but you know its there, and somehow that seems like enough. but the truth – the real truth – is that all you see is darkness. in order to see everything beautiful again, you have to turn on the light. but you’re too lazy or too stupid or too scared to get up and walk across a dark room.
get up off your ass, cross the room, and turn on the light. just touch it. all you have to do is touch the fucking light. before tomorrow.
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I'm too scared to turn on the light and face the beauty of it. Why? Because sooner or later it'll flicker or fade, or worse, abruptly turn off. Losing the beauty is hard enough the first time—knowing the inevitable makes it less enjoyable the second—sooner or later you’ll get tired of repeating the action anyway. That’s why I embraces melancholy and make darkness my new beauty. Rather sad, but I think I favor consistency over all else, and melancholy is the easiest thing to up hold.
anon,
there's this tough thing. it's called 'life.' notororiously filled with ups and downs, it is. try not to give up on the light. its bright. and its still waiting for you. consistently.
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