A Thought On: Mediocrity (Live in the middle pt.2) Perfect Level

We go again,

I find mediocrity a really big deal. Considering so many people live in it, exist in it court it and feel it. There just seems to be an understanding that mediocrity is okay. I’m so open to that idea it just sounds like bliss being okay with a normal life; Although the thought of normal isn’t becoming of me I still covet it like Odysseus.

I am incredibly okay with mediocrity, although I feel forced to live out of it and observe it knowing it can’t observe itself. Mediocrity Is my favourite thing on this planet. People who try new things happen to be mediocre at it, whenever you try something new the result is your mediocrity.

I don’t see it as people falling short of greatness I see it as people experimenting and experiencing life which is the flavour life offers. Like I said I am not allowed to live in mediocrity because I observe it. Like most Genii, Artists Mathematicians and Highly Ranked Religious folk.

Theres one place mediocrity is not allowed in art, Religion or mathematics. All the superior thinkers in buddhism, shamans science and Art all come to the one conclusion of Nirvana. We explore and traverse the world of thought telling people what we think as life goes on we all end up in the same place. No one after them listens and instead follows them, mostly because life is about the journey.  We all end up in the same place though, thousands of years worth of written texts all ending up in the same place. Its mystical.

I guess observable greatness is what makes mediocrity exist and vice versa. I never know when I am being great but people from time to time tell me I am. Such is life I seek the tranquility people chase the storm of Genius and Higher thought.

 

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Rhyme and Reason: Where does the Light giver turn to? God is the one I turn to #PrimeNYT

Bless up from your feet to your head top, keep your neck up,

We go Again

People have often asked me “if you’re everyone’s person, who do you turn to” my answer has been silent for a long time.

That absence of an answer has left me longing for a human connection with someone that understands me, who I am & what I go through. For so long I had asked myself questions; deep penetrating questions since I was a kid. I would talk to myself everyday trying to figure it out and of the parts I did have figured out I would share it with people.

This had people coming back to me for some time but it would not have them respect me as a person I would be someone they take from but would never feel a need to give back to. I would shield them from forsakers when they were not looking and I wouldn’t look for thanks I would want them to be good.

As a person I would expect them to be better humans because no one was coming after them, instead they felt untouchable and that they didn’t need me… my own folly. The day they left would induce a fall from grace, I never liked that not ever.

In 2016-2018 I found myself being the weirdos amongst artists, no one really to relate to, no one who understood me, no one to challenge me or to channel the energy I put out back into me.

So I sit in my room and contemplate my existence hours on end searching for reason and meaning bringing myself to a place to that I can say I like, the meaning I sought after has taken me away from vices and certain toxic behaviour and brought me to a calmer status of life.

The only person I can truly talk to is myself and the only person I lean on is God.

‘Lean on me when you’re not strong, I’ll help you carry on, for it won’t be long till I’m going to need somebody to lean on.’

Such a statement on the world I can’t help but think about while writing this, I ask and God responds. I just want to be a better person for myself and for the people in this world and I find the questions I ask no one, not one of my contemporaries can answer; there is no peer or mentor who feels to seek within themselves a better them in this life. Some of us seek money and admiration, I seek myself on my time on this Earth.

Funny thing is I know exactly who I am and exactly what I am supposed to do I am really just compelled by human persuasion thinking someone like me can’t be accepted by the likes of them. Most of all the people I look up to have been killed by humans, what type of future does that bode for someone like me?

So I turn to God, ask him why me, why this way, why love, why do so many people despair, why can I wash it away, why does speaking to me make other people feel better, why can I draw out somebody’s greatness. The questions go on and on and they roll around my mind seeking to be answered now not by man but by God, I know exactly what I’m capable of why can’t I be selfish with it. Why don’t I care about money or admiration or love of people who are not God? I have no idea how to answer those question and I know those questions aren’t of this world either.

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Rhyme and Reason: Opening Up seems to be the Hardest Word #PrimeNYT

Bless up from your feet to your head top

we go again,

I am one simple man. I do what I can

Pain of passion, life writhe with despair and torment and the speck of hope life offers is stripped from them; For the sake of others… those who offer true escape are the only ones who can’t escape their own because almighty good has to be paired with a big bad to exist. That’s the pain of passion

When I give and give and get nothing back the emptiness goes on there is no time to take or love to have because the offer is too weak to accept and the thyth is so heavy to pay it you must look in the darkness and pick one person after the other out and in exchange thanks is pitiful and what the universe offers in return is tuppence to the energy expended the time sacrificed and the suffering lived through.

What is there really what time, what energy, what sustenance can be given for the things one man can live through that is unmatched by others. All worldly escapes are poisonous and all Godly rewards are honorary so why should one man ask of something he never sought relief from, why should one man look for release in something that is outside of him.

when I wrote Pain of passion, I was in a serious place. It was also one of the first time I wrote an idea down I was feeling fresh from my head to the page. Now it’s a milestone, I had more ideas but that one done something.

Fast forward early January 2019 I lived through trauma once again but only now I decided to write about it. The best good I can do through life wrought with despair and torment is offer the speck of hope in life where I had none. It was stripped from me but I lived so I live for the sake of others… to those that seek some sort of refuge.

The game I play by myself in this world can only be called forgiveness and freedom what wonderment it offers those around me and how long can I be tied to it’s tether. I ask myself that daily I receive no answers but the gifts I expend I can’t run away from.

To work for my solemn gain is to work selfishly and it’s not in my spirit to do so. I work for others as a symptom of the contract on my life and that is tied by blood and the only way to break it is death, all alone in my mission but around those who could only take and never help daily, encased in the prism of perspective unable to touch unable to take and I have to be okay.

The full education is in can I withstand what I learn about myself in my 20’s to even live through to see the fruits of my bargain. What a beautiful conundrum

Stay composed and keep your neck up

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