Starting this blog has been an exercise in courage. I have an
imposter complex and a fear of disappointing. I am always
afraid of getting in trouble. I have
spent the largest chunks of my life trying to please God and man, and child and
parent and boss and teacher and pastor and crossing-guard. Like a lot of people
I know, I rarely ask myself what I want – and want is such a tricky trickster. Want likes you to believe that it is the opposite of have.
Sometimes I do enjoy the wanting a lot more than I enjoy the
having. Want is self-indulgent. It
masquerades as abstinence – a waiting, a preservation of self, a dedication to prudence.
It’s controlled. It doesn’t hurt anybody, or make them think less of you. It’s
long-suffering. It paces patiently at the precipice. It’s safe. It catches you
in the rye, stops you from losing your footing, going over the edge, falling.
What I think I am realizing is that want has been a dead thing eating a hole in my brain. Want is apathy resurrected and turned violent.
Sometimes, to get where you need to in life, you just have to make a run for it
– over the edge. Sometimes a free-fall over the precipice is the only way of
escaping the zombie in the rye.
1 comment:
So glad to see/hear/feel you here again today. Thanks. I really want to say something real. . . M
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