You there – hey.
Are you okay?
What are you wearing? No, no – not like that.
What made you choose those trousers?
Are they comfortable, do they feature seams? Ankle cuffs?
A waist band, pockets, soft fabrics?
Where are you going? Is it a place where you can feel safe?
Do you notice the posture in the people around you?
Does their gaze make any feelings arise?
How does the tone of their words transcribe itself in your mind?
[ – ]
Allow me to pass on these thoughts to you, wherever it is you might be heading to:
Don’t be so quick to dismiss the seemingly silent, the no-fucks-givers, or the sarcastic comebackers. Nor the non-achievers, over-achievers and the remarkably non-conforming.
Show grace to those who don’t sugar-coat reality, who don’t dress it up in something it isn’t. Who speak from the heart, who word themselves with flow of fact, and who get straight to the fucking point. This way of showing up – i.e. listening – is scarce, underrated, and undeniably essential to our emotional nature.
What my experience in life has shown me so far – between the dusty shelves of countless mind-changes, the reoccurring false impressions, very simple fact there is no such thing as “love at first sight” – is a stance to view people’s characters in a similar way my DSL-Reflex camera does, with its in-built mirror mechanism, a depth of choice, and a shutter executing with stable slowness or a snapping speed.
Preferably no flash.
[ are you still following? ]
The big and bulky, the bearded and tattooed, pierced and scarred, frowned and angered men and women, the growlers and the howlers will, to me at least, reveal themselves as gentle, warm-hearted and understanding, they’ll have the most touching stories to tell, they’ll have the genuine handshakes and the honest hugs.
Don’t be fooled by neatness in impeccable appearances, surface level inquiries, or flattery served rapidly; I have found they are rarely authentic, there’s no big picture.
You too may have felt they aren’t loyal, they aren’t interesting for you to pursue. Life is neither a cheesecake nor a straight line – and forget logic altogether.
[ are your hands seeking shelter in your pockets? ]
Life, I mean what the fuck.
It’s both confusing and enlightening at once, it’s awkward and strange and the light settings aren’t always great. The focus adjusts in unexpected moments and then fails in times most needed. It’s rugged, it smells and it annoys us in most inconvenient instants, it grows hairs – all of which aren’t any more negative than straightforward reality.
It’s the awkwardness, the mistakes and the let-me-try-that-agains, the failed punchlines, the ultimate and surrendered “who cares?” that make life worth living, that give it humour.
I won’t believe a smile to be true when I’ve seen it smiling at everything and everyone, irrespective of the given moment.
The what-the-fuckery of life, comes down to this:
Breath is short. Truth is endless.
Smile often, but only when your heart truly does, too.