Life is just one giant placebo effect.
Happy New Year’s Eve, friends.
I think we stop creating when we realize that it doesn’t “make sense” to do it anymore.
Why do you waste time writing cruddy poems? Why do you spend your free days drawing terrible pictures no one will ever see?
No one’s ever going to buy your books or see your art in a gallery, so why do it? It doesn’t pay the bills so what’s the point?
And so we “grow up “ and leave the art behind. Musicians, painters, poets, writers, sculptors- we all stop our art because we have always been told it’s a waste of time. If you’re not a prodigy or making an income from art, then it’s futile.
We lose ourselves too. Losing imagination. Succumbing to society.
I don’t think souls are earthly. The earth and the universe we are in – they’re just places we inhabit for awhile, you know.
Souls come from an entirely different plane of existence. A realm beyond all physical realms. It’s not material or concrete. It’s a form of matter far too complex for our earthly brains to comprehend.
The Soulsphere, perhaps, is what it is. It’s where all creations of the multiverse originate. It’s where all souls go to Rest In Peace before returning to a physical plane.
Beyond the universe, beyond the multiverse, and nowhere physically present to our human eyes – but our souls know it’s there somewhere.
Of course, it’s difficult to say anything exists without definite proof. I believe that’s another earthly trait – needing concrete evidence of every theory. We’re forced to follow our feelings and feelings are not always reliable.
Who knows? Soulsphere. Maybe so.
Everyone is always talking about having plans. Financial plans, medical plans, weekend plans, future plans.
So pointless. Nothing goes as planned. Can’t predict the end.
So much talk about fate. “Fate led me here,” or “fate brought us together.”
I don’t know belief in fate is good or bad. On one hand, I think it’s good to take responsibility for everything that happens. On the other hand, it’s nice to have the comfort of “fate will work this out.”
Makes everything so hard
Positive thoughts are possible
But the words drain me dry
Late at night
The water looks exceptionally blue today. The sky is clear of clouds and the sun is out.
I think our reactions to the weather have to do with our attitudes.
Rain is nice when I’m gloomy.
Thunderstorms are nice in general.
Maybe I’m just dark.
I love the sun.
I’m a child of sun.
But something about that thunder and those dark clouds is so comforting.
Weather is perceptive.
So is everything else about the world.
The Chase of Birds and Butterflies
16 page poetry comic