“The man who has no tincture of philosophy goes through life imprisoned in the prejudices derived from common sense, from the habitual beliefs of his age or his nation and from convictions which have grown up in his mind without the co-operations or consent of his deliberate reason”—
this is a quote by a philosypher named Bertrand Russel we discussed in my philosophy class… Russel’s point was basically that when you solely focus on material things and self gain you’re really limiting yourself… we were asked if we agreed and i strongly agreed… i think this is especially good point for our generation… for the young men and women who make every move entirely for money or any material thing… i mean there’s nothing wrong with being bout your money and being fabulous but when that’s your main focus it kind of an ironic way of setting yourself back to not being great cause your reasoning behind what is suppose to be your passion and grind is actual not a passion at all or has sincere reasoning. it stops you from appreciating deeper things in life… emotional fulfillment that would last longer than any material that society has got you thinking is the epitome of happiness… superficial fullfillment is a chase that could possibly never end and in fact probably wont happen. its like when your main focus is something sincere and involves meaning that’s when superficial benefits come and when your main focus is superficial things you actually go nowhere… it’s like being a robot… not really living life and absorbing all it has to offer…i find this to be the reason why i cannot stand shallow people around me… people that only want to talk to me bout clothes… the best this… the fly this… or use superficial means to judge others..gagggg! it’s tough to maintain the balance especially where i’m trying to go in my career and especially in NYC but i find you just have to surround yourself with the right people… -Eva <3
The first time your heart was torn from your chest,
You thought you were dying.
You knew you could not live with the empty space.
So you replaced your heart with metaphors
And set out to create a world where the metaphor was unbreakable.
Now look what you’ve done—
You can’t breathe so you write.
You can’t hurt so you drink rum and pour our pirate chanties.
You can’t want revenge so you leave.
When I see you I have two thoughts:
You are the reason The Smith’s wrote songs,
And my god, you are beautiful.
You are so beautiful
Blinking stars go blind.
But I can see this is going to get ugly.
The metaphors don’t make you feel whole anymore.
You sell out your deepest insecurities for a handful of laughs.
This life has you wound so tight you make grandfather clocks look relaxed.
You hold your body like banks hold money—all locked up.
Your shoulders are glass rocks waiting for the next attack.
But you’ve got it all wrong.
You don’t survive history.
History survives you.
There is no breakthrough without breakdown.
If you’re going to break, shatter.
No limp-legged dog excuses.
No messing with this bullet proof vest fury
So popular with the cops and the presidents.
You’ve got to break like Texas.
You’ve got to take the pain from the safety valve of your heart
And return it to your fists.
Fight your better judgment ‘till you’re sinister again,
‘till your body remembers what it already knows how to do—
and manifest grief.
Scream torches ‘till you embarrass the enlightened.
Please. No more polite conversations with your death wish.
Give it something useful to do.
Change your life.
Cause I can’t stand to see you like this.
So blue, my eyes turn green in your presence.
Listen—you are so beautiful,
Grass pushes through sidewalk cracks just to kiss your feet.
Maybe no one ever told you,
But the heart IS a metaphor.
Yours is growing so strong
You’ll have your rhythm back any day now—
Loving like rumours spread.
Dreaming like lunatic spacemen jump from their suits.
Living like you never forgot how.