A Cacophony of Incoherence

Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven’t met, but I don’t want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it’s like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. “Here’s your change.” “Paper or plastic?’ “Credit or debit?” “You want ketchup with that?” I don’t want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don’t want to give that up. I don’t want to be ant, you know? -Waking Life 2001

God, is it too much to ask for this right here?

It’s the interlude of abyss.

It’s the never ending cacophony of incoherence.

A rabble of interchanging sound that holds this overbearing oppression of white noise.

An unassuming existence of back and forths that holds the very antithesis of life: The Mundane, and yet while some people hold that the importance of those very instances are what should be considered meaningful,  for me they are the very epitome of a life not lived.

‘I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don’t want to give that up.’ Those words hold simple truths that feel more complicated than the ease from which one can enunciate their very syllables. To see someone. To have these moments of actual coherence, of a state of being awake that is seldom actually used by people nowadays. We’re always thinking about the next thing we need to do.

And you know

It kinda makes me sad

These moments are now so few and far between that I miss the chances of having them when they do happen. I’m so bogged down by the mundane of everyday live that I’ve forgotten how to have these moments, these cues of conversation that are real, that lead to growth and enrichment.

I’m tired of nostalgic drunk DMC’s that one has to be at a certain level to be able to initiate the conversation in the first place. I’m tired of people brushing the realness of a moment as someone being serious or too intense, perhaps even arrogant.

Don’t let life pass you by.

You may have never left your country, you may have even never left your town in your whole life, or perhaps you may have traveled the world? Who can say?

Regardless of these things, where you’ve been doesn’t really matter, the question is not where you’ve been, but rather,

are you awake? Are you living?

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived. -Thoreau. 

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