We must be light. Wisp light.
Because we have these threads shooting out from where our hearts are with tiny little grapnels at the end that sink into different things. A job, a relationship, a house, a goal, a purpose. They tether us. Because without these threads, we would float away.
Up and up and up into the sky, into the beyond sky, which isn’t higher than the sky, it’s just adjacent to it. We’d float and scatter like dandelion wisps. White and fast at the start, taken away by a rude little breeze, but then slow and dreamy. One becomes many through the parts that drift away.
Is that why we have children, one of the strongest tethers there is? Because without an equivalently strong tether, we’d want to float away? Evolution knows, biology knows, all of them know what happens if the grapnels rust and break, or if the thread themselves snap. The mind knows, why do you think it fights the silence so viciously? Why does it want to occupy itself all day long? The threads, the hooks, the inconvenience and abject terror of floating away. There is only one brief to the basic system of a being: survive, and ensure your species survives. Hence the chemistry within reflects that motive in everything we do. But what about those whose chemistry has changed? The outliers.
I feel a little existential today for several reasons. One being stuck in a job that is the equivalent of a hamster running on a wheel, except the hamster has more going for it than I do. Second, a message from an ex-best friend (yea, that’s a term) who threw shade at me for ensuring she stays an ex-best friend. And it’s never nice to be have sudden shade thrown at you and not be able to duck. So yes, oh and also, would this be a story of true sorrow without some mommy issues thrown in? Yes, those too.
Things feel floaty. Grapnels weak, threads stretched taut. My mind is aiming for something to sink into. Hasn’t found it yet.