i think every hippie iāve ever met has told me to practice gratitude, that my generally fleeting motivation is catalyzed in my lack of gratitude. what does that even mean?
i think, in a sudden restoration of motivation and a general decline in self-observed apathetic behavior, i found that i had been practicing gratitude and thus was relieved.
this morning i thought about a susan sontag quote.
āstay eagerā
thatās all she said.
stay eager. practice paying attention. practice being slow, being focused. practice tenderness, practice heartache, practice gratitude.
practice isnt made to be perfect. the definition is āthe actual application or use of an idea, belief, or method, as opposed to theories relating to it.ā
the goal is never perfect. the goal is movement.
apply gratitude. move with gratitude. move like the stars above you are having sex and consequently exploding all over everything. fuck like youāre eating. eat like you never learned how, like thereās a real chicken in your sandwich and not just manmade proteins that rot your liver and shit and make this planet uninhabitable.
move
forwards, backwards- itās not really even important. stagnance is the root of apathy. you need *inertia*. a still object will remain still.
move
wear makeup and make weird rules. i only write letters on sundays. i always put my left shoe on first. i only clip my nails when i play guitar. i only take a bath if ive done my sheets.
move
get up and stretch. get off instagram you stupid fuck. swear off of cussing. call someone you havent talked to in a long time.
move
because you have to. because you are hungry for more and feel the immense weight of the world pressuring you to eat, but, despite being famished, you have no appetite. because you miss who you used to be. because you are nostalgic for your younger self and want to bear children. because you like being alone.
practice
practice gratitude. practice being imperfect
perfectly imperfect
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much love guys take care of your self fuck fascism ššš