This Is Now

I am not what someone else perceives me to be. I will not continually short myself, because that is what life usually deals me. I will work hard to earn what I strive for. Even as this means a break in the spirit and the loss of routine. I will not cower from change.

As of right now, change is welcome. And, while I grow homesick from where I am, I need to be liberated. Stuck in the same rut, it wears on my soul. And while the city offers its own breed of excitement, and a variety of personalities... I believe that intolerance is ever present.

And it is possible that it is just the case in this city, but I believe the hectic atmosphere, while fulfilling for a time, feeds into someone who I do not want to be.

I am an old soul that craves Earth's oldest cage to house me. I love being somewhere that has history enough to feel. Modern technology is inescapable, but such dependence that is here is choking. If it were solely my decision, I wouldn't even have a phone. I don't know if I would even have a clock.

We are at the beck and call of our machines. It is restricting not only to our time and routine, but also to our actions and responses. We are bound by our own devices.

I am observer by nature.

I want to live somewhere that will feed my passion,

and lighten my soul.

Hassle free, natural beauty.

I miss just walking. Mindless walking. And while there are retreats in this area, and they do offer a breathtaking beauty, they are being worn upon. Not by nature's gentle hand, but by our general carelessness that leads us to overlook the simplest of pleasures.

We have built many industries upon these strikingly complex attempts to manufacture human happiness.

Chemically composed fakes.

Layers and layers of lies.

And what else do we do but ingest these poisons? We lose touch with what single, naturally occurring thing can lighten the heaviest burden on your strained heart.

Simplicity does not mask beauty. It doesn't create illusions and complexities that hide what is given to us, and while complexity holds a far different, but equally necessary purpose, some souls need to drift back to the basics.

Just breathe.

Words are not always needed, and while some souls may find themselves conflicted upon one another in a hectic society, when removed, get along beautifully. Our manic ways warp our personal views and output. So many are hiding who they are, and not as a defense mechanism.

We have been warped.