Send Me the Memo
A life lived on the
schedule of others. Service is the bulk of my existence. Routine with
gradience; continuously inheriting fresh tasks. What becomes less for another
is a little extra responsibility I'll need to reserve space to complete.
Tithes disguised as gifts for a Savior. A burdensome reception under the cover
of love. Once frivolous pieces of discussion turn to wicked convictions.
Maintaining this imbalance is now more vital than ever to the serenity of the
distributor.
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An evolution of bittersweet division. Straining any relationship with the slack of a lighter workload. An equation that removes the comfortable breathing room from an older time. Sharing of old provided the foot stool to maneuver. Visibly absent with the modern mix; strangulatory servitude.
Frustrating discussions lead to a stalemate of debate. Injustice through the vested passage of duty. An inequality worth fighting to maintain. Making short work of the tired opponent. An easier win as time goes on. The rising disproportions end each dispute faster than before.
Any daydreams of rebellion must overcome the fortified castle walls mortared
together with haste; to a thickness of double-standard. What was once an open
meadow for unrestricted adventure is now imprisoned. Trust has been exchanged
for malice.
Insecurity creates the ultimatums that erase balance. A situation now referred
to as a toxic relationship. Quid pro quo delegation that places one person in
power. The worker bee or ‘partner’ now earns his place or risks eviction. Affection
comes on pay day; long detached from innocence. These are the barters that motivate
hobbies.
Formerly an unconditional devotion now hinging on services – we find escapes. Working
for the weekend types of refreshment from our entertainment, vices, and projects.
Women who craft with the energy built of frustration. Men with skills driven by
anger. Loners perform the household tasks as a party of one. Divorce rates
increase, followed by less communication: with friends, community, and overall.
These are the dead ends of selfishness.
Perhaps in years past, I would have wanted more time at home. In a culture with
feelings closer to everything I grew to love. Where politics weren’t so
divisive and conversations didn’t have the minefields of forbidden topics. Now
a modern no man’s land that remains unchecked while culture deteriorates.
Attempts to share yourself seem to only alienate what layers remain. Polar
opposite approaches; either unconditional acceptance or transactional vetting.
Family can be defined through bloodlines or the abstract idea of relativity. These
aspirations to control the ideals around us scrap the blueprints.
In a volatile landscape of heat and economic jeopardy, there’s less teamwork
than ever. As families divided, resources are stretched thinner. What was formerly
one home is now two… This applies to wardrobes and beyond. This change in the
culture of consuming helped create greater competition. Who loves you more and what’s
the best offer?
The descendants of these broken homes now approach potential mates and treat
existing situations with the same mindset. As if human beings are offered in a
marketplace like a phone plan. Quick trade-offs where someone can cancel one
commitment and upgrade under another name. Paying off the balance is referred
to in terms like alimony or support.
In medical terms, a foreign body is a reference to an attack on our system.
Ironically, travel is more popular and people tend to get farther from home
than before. This has been true philosophically and with our physical
locations. Temporarily dashing to another place but having never formulated
ties with the closest of neighbors and relatives already present.
A heated world of disagreement, over consuming, and searching to replace pieces
of our lives that were never developed or appreciated in the first place. Acceptance
seems like the first step in unions, yet the greatest distance for any individual.
The comfortable fabric of our world unwoven through materialism.
Is your contribution part of a performance? Has someone held love ransom? Are
you inviting anyone to share? Leaving circumstances better than we found them fixes
our environment- in all aspects of ecology, our individual health, and
relationships to others.
Consciousness is a difficult dilemma. Especially when ego places familiar information
in question. Folks tend to automatically defend the old without considering the
new. Leading us to a collection of difficult memories.
Salvaging the fragments in the aftermath reminds us that we could’ve slowed
down and thought beforehand. An unfortunate chain of events that gives us a
better angle. Wisdom is paid for through this expensive humility.
Knowledge gained through meditation after the breakdown. With another chance we
can engage using reformulated awareness. These opportunities can be clouded by strengthened
conviction. Turning newfound clarity into a potential obstacle. Limited perception
is what kept us from getting the memo to begin with.
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Music: “House on a Hill” – The Pretty Reckless
