Yep, we’re not promised anything…not a fucking thing.
societal rules, say we should be loved and cared for…
rocked to sleep…fed…clothed…
shitloads upon shitloads are NOT
So how do I change my ‘traumatic’ outlook…OMFG mentality
Because it hurts and it’s all fucking unfair?
But I can’t do another round of traumatic events that are way the fuck out of my control.
How do I change how I view it…view all of it?
I blow it the fuck away.
Wherever it all lands…is besides the point??!!
Right now…right this very minute
….I have heating, a roaring fire
….I have a full puku, I’ve eaten
….I have a cup of water, I’m not thirsty
….I’m typing and relating, I have electricity
….I’m listening to the song, I can hear
….I scratch my foot, I have feeling
….I correct my typing mistakes, I know stuff
Right now, I am OK
I’m wretchedly worrying and hurting,
slightly highly strung and panicky
But that’s four things…
That are not
out weighed by the aforementioned.
I think I may just roll with that.
Hour to hour.
Minute to minute…
and all in vice versa-ness.
It’s too tiring worrying…freaking out…breathing to hard.
Is that what the tree huggers call
‘living in the moment’. Possibly.
It’s so not me…
and I’m so still learning this shit.
breathe mother fucker,