Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for Philosophy
Needed
I think I’m broken beyond repair, and that
no one will ever see me for who I really am
but I keep on keepin’ on because it’s always been about me.
And a world full of self-absorbed people who feel the same.
We are all so god-damned particular in our fat-cat
lives of relative wealth and abundance.
My ancestors didn’t have that luxury.
They knew a life in which they couldn’t survive alone,
and so they grasped at whoever would look them in the eye.
And here I am knowing that a life alone is NOT what I want,
but I have to be comfortable being alone before I can be comfortable with someone,
or so they say.
Well, there was a time when that was NOT the point.
The point was to be with someone who would have you,
and to survive in a cold world,
a world where you made your own heat.
Now, how would that look in the want ads.
Wanted: someone to clamber through life with.
Back then, it wasn’t so much about “wanted.”
It was more about “needed.”
Intuit
Reason.
Heart.
Should our emotions be the master of reason?
Should logic be the master of heart?
Is the goal to seek balance between the two?
Is intuition a function of emotion? or is it the master of both reason and emotion?
Logic is a tool of the mind, and emotions are a sort of sense, a sense that is always present, but dulled by overexposure to our own feelings and to those we see in print, online, and on the tube or screen.
We are so busy that our own emotions are just reactions to the stresses of the world around us, but they should be our guides to and in loving relationships with partners, friends, and family.
Of course, it is reason that tells me this.
What of intuition?
When will you find the stones
Take her hand and walk out that door and leave this podunk nofunk little shop behind?
She’s worth it, you know, and she’s listening. If you have something worth saying, then speak your mind.
Don’t wait and wonder and worry and fret. Just do, boy, just DO.
Due
The world is just such a great, glorious place, full of wonder for those with an open eye and an open mind, but an open mind and expectations for how life should be are the opposite ends of the spectrum. A mind open to the possibilities, unexpected, is a beauteous thing, yet life in the modern world demands that we plan, plot, and prepare for the future. Unless there’s somebody here to take care of us as we wander aimlessly.
I have wandered and planned, and perhaps if I plan well enough, I’ll wander again with no care in the word but to witness the joy of life with friends and the kindness of strangers.
Perspective
Broken and desperate for someone to fix me and knowing that there is nothing to fix leaves me in an odd state, a state of frustrating acceptance that smells like apathy.
Seeing the great arc of my life, I am impressed with how much I’ve accomplished by living in the moment, but not this moment–not this moment.
At THIS moment, I am empty, and when I live in the moment, what I feel seems eternal, and eternal emptiness, though so ZEN seems so lonely.
Maybe I need to turn my head just so to get a different perspective.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time,
I was extraordinary.
Now it’s the ordinary
that I cling to.
Without a doubt,
I live my life.
I’m so very very sure
of all I do.
I once knew love.
I once made magic.
I had faith in everyone.
Now it’s faith I lack.
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in magic?
Do you have faith in anyone?
Can I get mine back?
