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This week I came to better understand and maybe even accept the haunting sadness in life,
of hopes never quite filled with air,
deflated in their submission to that all too human resignation
The sadness and absurdity of all these measures we take to protect ourselves
Masks turning from death’s cackle
Oh it crackles
In our bones
And so we turn to some snacking
Or some painfully banal parade of pride
Something
Anything
To fill the grottos of our wild and aching bellies
This week, I learned to appreciate the same things I also wanted to run from,
To deny
(As I would in the privacy of my mind)
That those equally absurd ideas encased in shoulds
Could actually fill me up
You know the ones
A mogul's million dollar pitch
Glossy pages
And music videos
No
I would no longer turn my head in discomfort
Looking away to some faraway glint on the horizon
Though it might dangle from the softness
Swaying over the ridge-line of my clavicle
So close yet so far
No,
I'd cherish the mundane hopelessness
That captures us all equally
And perhaps sing a song to echo it
Instead of drown it out
Yes I’d look the sadness in the eye
See it
And acknowledge it
“Welcome to the party
You too have a place at the table
In fact,
You may be the reason we’re all here”