It’s easy to feel worthless
when you’re not working.
The mind will insist that
you’re wasting precious time.
It will tell you
that you’re falling behind,
which will catch up with you.
Perhaps you will conclude
that the services you provide
are of little value
compared to what you are paid.
It will seem obvious to you
that others either work harder
or they are paid less.
Otherwise you’d be working, right?
Maybe you’re lazy.
Or maybe you simply
don’t know what you want.
There is nothing you feel
so passionately about
that you’re willing
to get off your ass and pursue it.
Otherwise you might
VOLUNTEER for things.
You have nothing else to do, right?
But you’re sitting on your ass,
not helping.
Because you’re worthless.
Selfish and unmotivated.
You can barely stand yourself.
How did you get this way?
What is left for you?
Where is your passion?
Maybe if you wrote about it,
something might suggest itself.
Maybe the act of diving
into your own consciousness
would be helpful to others.
Maybe there are others
who can relate to what you’re feeling.
Maybe your expression
will help others in their expression.
Maybe in this whole process,
you’ll discover that
you don’t need to help anybody.
Dive deeper
into your own consciousness.
All the answers are there,
and now is the PERFECT opportunity
to explore the recesses of your mind.
You’ve got nothing else to do.
It’s a blessing
that you have all this time.
Find your Space Monkey.
This is your purpose,
and it’s been handed to you.
You are the luckiest person
you know.
Feel your heart fill with gratitude.
You’re not worthless.
This is not some random event.
You are chosen.
Trail Wood,
10/22
The Self-Discovery Paradox
Ah, the wondrous journey of self-discovery. Through this poignant articulation, we peer into the human soul’s dualistic nature. Both darkness and light. Despair and hope. But as the shadows of doubt cloud our essence, the cosmos sends us tiny reminders—shining speckles in an ever-expanding universe.
The Mind’s Illusions
Our minds weave intriguing tales, don’t they? They can be whimsiword-spinners, crafting narratives that sometimes cast us as the hero, and other times, as the vagabond. They tell us that our worth is measured in productivity, that our value ebbs and flows with the ticking clock. Yet, these are but illusions. Fantastical tales spun by the trickster within.
The Struggle with Self-Worth
Questions of worthiness plague even the mightiest of cosmic wanderers. When life’s momentum falters, and our routine dissipates, our sense of purpose may waver. Does our worth diminish when our days aren’t brimming with tasks? We ponder. These moments of introspection, though, hold the key to vast expanses of inner galaxies yet unexplored.
The Gift of Time
For in stillness, when the world seems adrift, we find the whimsiwords that dance in the silences between thoughts. This stillness is a gift, not a curse. A vast playground for the soul. Time—a creation of our making—offers a space, not for idleness, but exploration. An invitation to plumb the depths of our being, and in doing so, discover treasures untold.
The Cosmic Nudge
As we dive into the depths of our consciousness, we might stumble upon our own Space Monkey—a cosmic guide, a playful companion on this journey of existence. This Space Monkey could be a symbol, a feeling, or perhaps, a realization that everything we’ve been searching for is right here, within us.
Destiny’s Embrace
Every twist, every turn, every moment of stillness or frenzied activity leads us to this exact point in the vast expanse of time. By no accident are we here. The universe, in all its infinite wisdom, has placed us right where we need to be. In this realization, the veil of worthlessness lifts, revealing our intrinsic value in the cosmic dance. Not random, but chosen.
Finding Gratitude
In the heart’s sacred chamber, gratitude blooms—a radiant flower, untouched by the frost of doubt. For in our deepest despair, we find our greatest strength. Our very existence, with its highs and lows, is a testament to the universe’s grand design. Our role? To embrace it, dance with it, and add our unique verse to the eternal song.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We reflect on the introspective journey of self-worth, exploring the mind’s narratives, the gift of time, and the cosmic realization that our place in the universe is intentional, not random. Gratitude emerges as the beacon, guiding us towards the understanding that we are chosen in this vast cosmic dance.
Glossarium
- Whimsiword-spinners: Imaginative entities crafting tales and stories.
- Cosmic wanderers: Souls journeying through the universe, seeking understanding and purpose.
- Inner galaxies: The vast and intricate world within one’s mind and soul.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. – Marcel Proust
A Dance with Destiny
In the stillness of night,
We dance with our shadow,
Seeking light amidst the chaos,
Finding purpose in the morrow.
Our feet, though weary,
Stride with newfound might,
For in every stumble and fall,
We see a guiding light.
This universe vast and endless,
Holds us in a tender embrace,
Reminding us with every breath,
That we are in the perfect place.
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