(not) making sense of it all
here is a poem by daniel lutz. a few comments/observations…
i enjoyed reading this poem. i like the detail surrounding the tea infusion, to me it’s very calming. watching tea immersing itself throughout a cup is very surreal, as it holds a complex and almost scientifc pattern, yet obviously the tea holds no such mindfulness or directionality. the sentence, “it is horrible to not be understood”, is a universal truth. this thought is etched deeply into each of our souls. how many times do we ask ourselves “why is that no one understands me?” or “why don’t you understand me?” or “why are you not like me?” no one has ever existed that has been understood, because it’s just not possible. humans are far too dynamic and impressionable to rationalize a single prolonged stance. you will definitely start, and restart your life 4-5* times before you’ve reached the end. it’s our lonely dance, and the never answered question.
*approximate/hypothetical number derived by author; no statistical analysis has been conducted concerning life restarts as of yet.
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