life lessons

August 10, 2010 at 6:53 am Leave a comment

Nobody tells you, when you’re swimming for dear life, that life isn’t dear, it’s hard, like a rock and a hard-on all at once and by the time you figure it out you’re in the middle of it and you wonder how you got here and you wonder where you’re going and you have no idea how you learned to swim but you keep on going because you don’t know what’ll happen if you slow down or stop. But sooner or later you stop. And you have to learn how to move again. And nobody tells you when you’re starting out how hard it is to control your limbs, how hard it is to push push push when you have no weight, and only slowly you start figuring out that pushing creates weight, makes you solid, makes you real, so the others can see you, so that you can see yourself, it’s like giving birth to yourself – fuckit – it IS giving birth to yourself. And it’s amazing but nobody tells you anything because they’re too busy trying to figure it out for themselves. Some of them do, some of them don’t, and you have to push to find out if you’re one of them.


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