there you are, mr.
stroking your mustache
with all of that angst.
filled with the fear that everything you have worked for
might be compromised by her lips,
as if she is a communist dictator
trying to take over your demons and dreams
with her love.
it comes in moments.
the day you’re claiming yourself as an independent on your tax forms. the epiphany you have when you realize that your voice actually matters-when you go out and vote for the first time.
growing up comes in waves of caring. of learning from others. it comes when you foster the ability to look inside your soul and realize that this invisible piece inside of you, this is who you are. that nobody has the ability to take it away from you.
growing up is learning that change means action, that desire is not enough to make something a reality.
it’s committing yourself to someone or something, even if that thing is a pet fish, a job, your health, yourself.
it’s realizing that what matters the most is love. it will always matter the most. it will always win.
having adult responsibilities does not mean that you are a “grown up”.
growing up means growing emotionally, physically, spiritually, in selflessness, in self-awareness, in knowledge, in self-love.
it’s what happens when you realize that you are love, and that it is your responsibility to carry it with you always.
it’s the ability to remove judgment, to open up your mind,
to take care of your love, letting it grow, and giving it to others always.
do you think we are afraid of commitment,
because if we commit ourselves to someone or something
and do not follow through,
we are letting somebody down?
In turn letting ourselves down.
and life already seems to be turned against us so much.
so much fighting to feel like we are doing enough good,
that we are good enough.
tt’s all about sex, you know.
who’s getting laid,
did you like it?
or was it just ok?
how lonely are you?
yeah, me too.
it’s a biological necessity,
but a temporary band-aid.
a high for a night,
but a low in the morning,
when you wake up with nothing but a pillow next to you.
unless you’re lucky,
and you’re making love.
and one day you will be.
but for now,
maybe it’s all about sex,
and that’s ok.
warm bodies can understand us also.
adapting to other peoples’ ways,
jumping into them,
hoping they will give you answers
with their affection.
answers don’t come like that.
you must see your own beauty
before you seek consolation in others.