I was not and still am not receptive to conspiracy theories. Now I know why.
326. | Complaining is easier than embracing
It’s easier to complain than to embrace. And it’s easier to judge. I’m not doing anything for either of them right now. I’m just embracing this idea.
323. | The control is the illusion
No control, no illusions, no tension. I am where I wanted to be, and the heavens intended that the bed I had imagined would be waiting at the end of the road.
321. | The art of saying goodbye II.
I couldn’t say goodbye then. Then I realized I had said goodbye. Now I’ve learned to say goodbye. Then I realized I had nothing to say goodbye to.
320. | Three poems for one evening
Watching the sunset. Or the birds in the sky. Something that takes your hand and flies you somewhere where time doesn’t matter.
318. | … because that would be to replace you yourself
I can show you how I transformed myself. I have no secrets because I don’t like to keep secrets. The Miracle is Already Here.
316. | … because I was thinking of you
The open road beneath my feet and the sky above my head. Those are the only two things I know for sure.
313. | Stories instead of faces
Something has changed. It doesn’t matter when, what, or why. Since then, I don’t see faces. Stories. People.
308. | Curse or tax?
I don’t buy cheap headphones because I don’t like music. It’s because I love life. And sometimes life keeps a pair of headphones for itself.
307. | Never Let Myself Down Again
Love at first hearing. How long does it take after everything falls apart? Thoughts on the terrace of a Vietnamese café.