Written Notice

Relationships demand of us a level of compromise, a life long balancing act of nature vs. nurture. I would be dishonest in saying that this is an easy task and life tends to provide its fair share of conflict & obstacles. I think that this makes the time we do spend all the more special, knowing that we’ve prioritized or in some way sacrificed and took action, an indirect valuation of our moments. It is in these actions that I see authenticity in a world polluted in plastic and saline tits. It is walking on the edge of vulnerability that makes us sincere, true to our values, a breeding ground for our moral fibre. 

The perception of our actions is subjective, forever analyzed, often scrutinized and rarely understood from our point of view. A lifelong venture that is conditional on the satisfaction of others is wasteful, tumultuous and futile. We’re deceived into thinking that we’re martyrs by expending our most precious resource, time; lurking in the shadows melancholy, unkept and no further ahead. The anxiety festers in my torso, a disgruntled tenant that my mind is forced to manage, itching at my temple, relentless in its’ torment. 

Let’s call it permissive use and in some way acknowledge a false sense of insurance though I’ve never been able to submit a claim. My mental premium is expensive and vanishes into the universe, a transaction that I do not benefit from and yet I elected to take on?. Cancel the policy. 

As time passes, I age, I falter, I rise to the occasion and if I’m lucky, I walk away with a little wisdom. Life is here- for us that are lucky enough to have our heart beat and lungs inflate, our destination is forward and full steam ahead. We will take stops along the way, hopefully taking a souvenir to showcase on lifes’ mantle, remembering that our memories are infinite and tethered to our souls. I’ve found a new calm, vibrating at a frequency that vaporizes expectations. 

Im working for her and her only and that means bettering myself according to my rubric, trusting in my moral compass. We’re all headed North so the question becomes, are you following your true North? I wasn’t, admittedly directionally challenged for years, walking, running, darting in circles but I hit a wall. For those of you that think you’re an exception, Magellan, you’re simply part of the illusion and need to pierce that vapid veil. 

I’m not judging, only prescribing a laxative of sorts – trying to sort out that moral fibre intake. 

As for now, an eviction may be in order to the expectation laden tenants – failure to pay.