Yesterday I posted on my Facebook status: 'I'm pretty sure what I need right now is to smoke some weed.' Believe me, if I had any in my flat last night--or even tonight--I'd smoke until I drop and that's probably one thing that would make me happy. And I can't tell you how much I mean it!
I don't drink or do any drugs, not even weed except on rather rare occasions, because I always like to have a clear mind. But sometimes you just need to get high. Recently I tried to find out the truth of something I've been doing--I asked, but the answers are taking a long while to arrive. If I have to wait any longer I'd just have to, seriously, hit the black market in this shady building in Hong Kong that is the melting pot for ethic minorities. To walk down the dirty alleys with an eerie, green translucent glow and brush past dealers of fake watches, DVDs, spices, herbs, old magazines and sex toys until I see someone, a dark-skinned man whose smile seems slightly less ominous than the rest. So that I can mumble to his questions, thrust some money into his hand and fucking buy some weed!
The worst that could happen isn't to lose your mind or to find out truth that you don't want to hear. It's to get answers that don't change the course of what you do. To realize the best you can do is to be. That you must watch the moments evolve and flow and there's nothing you should do against it. Not even running away.
I fucking love this post.
ReplyDeleteThis will not be the information you're waiting for...patience seems to be the only that that brings me answers. The process may work differently for others. From the outside, it looks as though it does. But I do know that truth for me appears in unlikely places. Perhaps what calls to you has something quite different to tell you.
ReplyDeleteGoddamn that's a good post.
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