. Hurts .
. Knowing .
. They will disappear .
. Dissolve like the rest .
. Always .
. Eventually .
. Dissolve .
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
. Hurts .
. Knowing .
. They will disappear .
. Dissolve like the rest .
. Always .
. Eventually .
. Dissolve .
Treasures both
Precious and rare
I have had enough with being met with angry responses to my attempts to be helpful, kind, and considerate of others.
I will no longer engage or pursue. I will distance myself. I may forgive sometimes, but I will not forget.
Those who bite the hands that appreciate them can get absolutely fucked.
Tonight I look back on my writing adventures that became an inferno over a month ago.
I guess the only thing I can do is find something else.
Maybe addition is not the answer. Good design is typically subtractive, not additive. Design my life – what needs to go?
Maybe remove something before adding something. Not enough breaths in the day.
What do I do when writing is no longer enough?
Maybe adding an alternative is not the answer.
Maybe subtraction is the way.
“The best design is subtractive”, I once heard.
In the design of my life, what could I let go?
What would bring peace in its absence?
This “Balrog” certainly has it’s own agenda — it has only one direction it wants me to take.
On the rapid severity with which conditions or situations can shift.
You can hold your breath
When it crashes over you like the ocean
But then remember to breathe again
Draw in as much as you can
Gasp if you need to
Take all the air you need
To be right again
September 14 2024
That beast comes at me with a new fury.
It’s rabid, vapid, and it’s preparing to charge.
It’s enraged at the sight of me and on a wild offensive now.
I know you’re tired of the shifting
Between shimmering and rotting…