Dance2live
Greenlighter
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- Jun 20, 2014
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I told myself that I was prepared for this life, well aware of the things that I would have to give up or do without. I believed this, and yet when I am presented with the evidence of what I lack due to my disabilities I find all of my intellectual ideas offering poor support to my tired soul. I understood early that I would not find happiness by conventional means, yet I am still struggling to find happiness no matter how I stretch my perception or re-narrate reality. You might be curious why I seem so certain that happiness by the regular means is outside of my boundaries and I will endeavor to explain myself as clearly as possibly. It all comes down to a matter of communication, and the impossibility of another understanding what realm of communication is related to them, and what is related to my personal anguish. I am in pain all of the time, it quite possible that I have been in so long that I can no longer accurately judge its severity. The only measure I really have of its severity is when it incapacitates me, due to the messages in my body over riding my will and physically shutting me down. The connection between this and communication is that I can never be truly alone or present with others because a great part of my awareness is containing this burden, dancing, wrestling, striving, laughing, or crying with it.
When you see me wince at dinner, and shift in my chair it has nothing to do with you, I understand this and I could explain it you but it in the end it does nothing. We as humans are wired to pick up social cues and make sense of reality as it relates to us, and this is an unfortunate corner of reality that cannot be understood unless you live it. I do not say this as a judgement, I barely understand even having lived with it for over twenty years, and I seek to deny its existence whenever I am able. Sometimes I wonder if I have ever truly been without pain, or do I just conceptualize the long distant periods where it was less as the good, joyous days. I call out to god and I pray with sincerity even if it is a futile act, because if there is a god I know that he/she would understand all of my pain and my joy, and know that saddest part of all is the expressions that I never give. I have so much love in my heart, well less these days as I grow accustomed to the dearth of affection, but I am a purist and I cannot stand that I cannot follow the call of soul in being with others. I feel pulled to my soft bed, and my books and movies, anything so compelling that I can drift outside of the prison that is my body. Even writing this, this is not what I want to be writing. I would like to create beautiful and fantastic worlds, full of chaos and mystery and people following the call of theirs hearts. Instead these are the words come that out, not by choice but because the meet the truth of the pain that I am feeling, a feeling that cannot be ignored and demands expression in one form of another. I used to think that by expressing the feelings that I could cure them or let them go, I no longer have that hope and yet they still demand expression.
I have searched for some kind of alchemy that will transform this burden into something wonderful and I have experienced moments of rapture, but always I return to this crushing pressure. I suppose you must be curious what this feeling is, and I am baffled to say that I cannot clearly express it. The clearest I can understand is that through joint coating erosion I feel my bones painfully stacking and sliding against each other, giving warning signs that this structure is danger of collapse. There is no resting position or way to relieve the pressure, sometimes I think it is a wonder that I have not gone a little insane. I feel so clear, and aware all of the time though, no matter how deeply I attempt to intoxicate myself. I believe this is a side effect of pain anchoring me to visceral sense of reality, like a knife cutting through dreams and illusions indiscriminately. So what I guess I am trying to say is that I am not prepared for this, I cannot handle it and I am scared. I want to fall in love, I want to be free, I want to give myself to others and I am afraid it is impossible. How can i live a life where their is no solution and every road leads to pain? Kratom helps, kava helps, alcohol can help, but none of them fixes anything or is even that effective of band-aid. I am not trying to bring anyone down, i just feel that i need to communicate and unfortunately this is all that will come out..
When you see me wince at dinner, and shift in my chair it has nothing to do with you, I understand this and I could explain it you but it in the end it does nothing. We as humans are wired to pick up social cues and make sense of reality as it relates to us, and this is an unfortunate corner of reality that cannot be understood unless you live it. I do not say this as a judgement, I barely understand even having lived with it for over twenty years, and I seek to deny its existence whenever I am able. Sometimes I wonder if I have ever truly been without pain, or do I just conceptualize the long distant periods where it was less as the good, joyous days. I call out to god and I pray with sincerity even if it is a futile act, because if there is a god I know that he/she would understand all of my pain and my joy, and know that saddest part of all is the expressions that I never give. I have so much love in my heart, well less these days as I grow accustomed to the dearth of affection, but I am a purist and I cannot stand that I cannot follow the call of soul in being with others. I feel pulled to my soft bed, and my books and movies, anything so compelling that I can drift outside of the prison that is my body. Even writing this, this is not what I want to be writing. I would like to create beautiful and fantastic worlds, full of chaos and mystery and people following the call of theirs hearts. Instead these are the words come that out, not by choice but because the meet the truth of the pain that I am feeling, a feeling that cannot be ignored and demands expression in one form of another. I used to think that by expressing the feelings that I could cure them or let them go, I no longer have that hope and yet they still demand expression.
I have searched for some kind of alchemy that will transform this burden into something wonderful and I have experienced moments of rapture, but always I return to this crushing pressure. I suppose you must be curious what this feeling is, and I am baffled to say that I cannot clearly express it. The clearest I can understand is that through joint coating erosion I feel my bones painfully stacking and sliding against each other, giving warning signs that this structure is danger of collapse. There is no resting position or way to relieve the pressure, sometimes I think it is a wonder that I have not gone a little insane. I feel so clear, and aware all of the time though, no matter how deeply I attempt to intoxicate myself. I believe this is a side effect of pain anchoring me to visceral sense of reality, like a knife cutting through dreams and illusions indiscriminately. So what I guess I am trying to say is that I am not prepared for this, I cannot handle it and I am scared. I want to fall in love, I want to be free, I want to give myself to others and I am afraid it is impossible. How can i live a life where their is no solution and every road leads to pain? Kratom helps, kava helps, alcohol can help, but none of them fixes anything or is even that effective of band-aid. I am not trying to bring anyone down, i just feel that i need to communicate and unfortunately this is all that will come out..