there are things i think are weirdÂ
but it’s not that they are actuallyÂ
weirdÂ
it’s that they are unusualÂ
or they bring me a new perspective —
one that i’m not so used to
— like seeing an orange tractor on the side of the roadÂ
surrounded by three men in orangeÂ
construction suitsÂ
in the middle of the french countrysideÂ
or the fact thatÂ
at the beach yesterday, the foggy glimpse of
land,
the island we could see in the distance
was the british island of jersey.
it made me think about how the world
is really so smallÂ
and that we, humans, are the onesÂ
that make it seem so big andÂ
vast.Â
we are the ones that over complicate
over think
over populateÂ
over build
over useÂ
over dignify ourselvesÂ
when we are just merely
visitors in this never ending universe.
and somehow, in someÂ
situations that idea isÂ
safety andÂ
comfort. it’s refreshingÂ
to know that as messy and as complicatedÂ
our lives are, none of itÂ
actually matters. because if nothing matters, we can get away with a lot.
we can be mean andÂ
crazy and stupidÂ
and in loveÂ
and happy and hungry for more
and sadÂ
and lively and alone.Â
but then i remember that “we are not a drop in the ocean we are the ocean in a drop”
and we don’t have to pretend that ourÂ
emotions are meaninglessÂ
and that our lives aren’t meant to be livedÂ
and we aren’t meant to be thought about andÂ
cared for and loved.Â
the things we feel are real and they hurt.
they are painful.Â
they are beautiful.Â
they stay and they pass.Â
just like the fog that covers up jersey —
just like the tractor on the side of the road —
just like us.