everything is here to help you if you want it. just open your eyes and see

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i’ve got lightning in my fingertips and i’m not afraid to use it. lesson: don’t be afraid to use anything. i’ve got memories of landscapes and love fueling this mind and these muscles in infinite supply. look, everything is here to help you if you want it. just open your eyes and see. the wind kisses my skin and i feel 300 million opportunities come alive. 300 million charges ready for the taking. i have so much energy people ask me if i’m human. i’m more painfully human than anyone you know. pain has shape and once you see it you realize triumph is simple geometry. i dance in circles with my suffering. i run circles around my past self. i see circles in the squares they say are life. i inhale the whole of history in a single breath. i exhale the certainty of my story in a single breath. if you sit long enough with yourself you start to see the keys to the universe were always in front of you. if you sit longer you can start to feel them. so, i concentrate the span of time on my fingertips and write my story with the certainty of gravity and death and heartbreak. listen, can you look at yourself in the mirror and feel happy and motivated? i look in the mirror and see a hero. i see my champion. i see a fucking star, the cumulative cloud collapse of will and effort and circumstance and sensation and feeling and fucking looking back at me standing at the crest of spacetime because there is no other time. there is no greater might than what you can muster in the moments you instead waste thinking of what you’re lacking when the problem isn’t a lacking but an excess of yourself between your soul and reality. look, math is a tool. math is a weapon. turn it on yourself. shorten your distances. determine your own shape. write your own formula. you have the variables. they’re fat, ripe, bursting and ready to be used. just open your eyes and see. my past and future shout across time to tell me I’m the one. they tell me it’s all on my shoulders. they tell me i am at the center, that i am at the nexus of myself and that all their burdens are mine to carry. i tell them i wouldn’t have it any other way.

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