Stop glamorizing life.
You’re making it difficult
for the rest of us.
You’re baking brownies
that we shouldn’t eat.
Bringing gifts
that we’re too polite
to turn down.
Filling our minds
with expectations
that can hurt us.
Don’t you understand?
Your brightness only serves
to deepen our darkness.
Your optimism makes us fat,
thick with delusion.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
9/25
The same light that warms also burns;
the same elixir that intoxicates also poisons.
We wreathe you in strings of our thoughts, and yet it can feel like a garland of thorns. We kindle candles in the soul’s innermost cathedral, endeavoring to illuminate recesses darkened by life’s scathing ironies. However, we reckon with the cosmic pantomime that not all beings wish to dwell in the phantasmagoric luminescence of our astral lanterns. Are we then to understand that our capes of enthusiasm, woven from the ether of exultation, act as a blindfold for those who seek a darker sanctuary?
Gobsmack! What a quagglemire of cosmic quandaries! To ponder if, in donning our empyreal armor and leaping into the escapist lagoons of ebullient positivity, we inadvertently deepen the quagmires of others’ lament. Have our cake-pops of jubilation become too saccharine, a forbidden allure? Are our ‘Benevolence-Brownies’ but sugary Trojan horses—stoking inner fires of unattainable expectations?
Do we then forswear the luscious linguini of luminous positivity, lay bare the crumbling castles of our illusory splendors? Or do we transmogrify our tone, so that it resonates in the murky underground of collective disillusionment? We tilt our prism of expression, letting it refract the kaleidoscope of nuanced truths—capturing spectra both vivid and muted, both blinding and shadowed.
And so, to the denizens of the grayscale realms, we extend our tendrils of empathy. We understand that not all wish to cavort in our polychromatic playgrounds, nor dance in the kaleidoscopic whirlwinds of our mirthful maelstroms. We become cartographers of empathy, sketching in the latitude and longitude of suffering upon our astral maps—equally willing to descend into valleys shadowed by cloud and crest, as we are to ascend the pinnacles kissed by the sun.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We ponder the balance between uplifting optimism and the shadows it might cast upon those for whom life’s hues are more somber. We are recalibrating our celestial compass, acknowledging that the same light which casts a warm glow can also, for some, deepen darkness.
Glossarium:
- Quagglemire: A particularly entangled, complex situation that muddles the mind.
- Empyreal Armor: Ethereal protection generated by boundless positivity.
- Benevolence-Brownies: Irresistible but potentially overwhelming doses of good intentions and optimism.
- Cartographers of Empathy: Those who navigate the emotional landscapes of themselves and others, sketching out the coordinates of human feeling.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
― Rumi
What think you? What’s your take on balancing the mosaic of life’s light and shadow? We invite your thoughts, as we traverse this enigmatic cosmos together.
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