A Way to Stop, Dop, and Let Go

Define silence.

Define the quietness and tell me about the room when no one else is around.
There are no distractions.
What is silence other than the absence of sound?
And when there is silence, what does this do?

What happens when there is no one else around?
No one else is there to intercept your thoughts.
No one is there to entertain the moment.

What happens when we sit in a room so quiet that all one can hear is the light ringing in their ears?

What is it?
What is it about sitting and being quiet that makes a person uncomfortable?
Or wait, no.
Why is there a need to fill the room with the distraction of aimless words or meaningless talks?
Why need someone when you have no drive or love for them?
Is this done to create some kind of rationalized distraction?
Is this an idea that says it’s better to have someone than to have no one at all? If so, where is the life in this lifeless posture?

I don’t know.
But is this even living?

Why do people stay where they know they don’t belong?
If there’s a chance to move away or to advance, why do people fail to launch and return to an otherwise meaningless existence?

Humdrum.
No passion. No lust.
No drive. No rooftop excitements.
No stories from the beach.
No places of wild memories.
No.
There is nothing but the status of stale memories that went flat, a long time ago

Why do people stay where they least want to be?
Why do people settle?
Why do we accept the weaker trades?
Why stay as you were instead of making the leap?
Why not face the lonely charge of standing up for what you want?
Why not just walk away?

Define alone.
Define the difference between alone and being lonely.
Isn’t their truth to the idea of being alone in crowds?
I certainly think so.
Ever share a bed wit someone, yet you couldn’t get far enough to the other side?
Ever have the middle territory of the bed, bordered like a wall of pillows to separate two bodies, and keep from the accidental touch in the middle of the night.
People live like this for years.
Decades.
And they cry inside but perform on the outside.
They do this, just to act or “seem” like they are happy.
But who are they kidding?

Think about the wasted years that people will spend with someone, just to keep from being on their own.
As they may see it, what’s the difference if they stay or go?
Am I right?
Feeling alone is worse than being alone.
Isn’t it?

What is passion?
What is desire?
What does it mean to literally yearn for someone or something?
Or how about the joy of looking at someone across from you?
You sit and look, just to look in their eyes.
You notice every feature. You notice every curve and every body part, down to the curl of their fingers on both hands. You notice everything else too, down to their toes.
Everything. . .
Why do we waste our lives and live in the wrong places?
Why do we waste decades being disloyal to our truth?
Why do we keep our fights and resentments alive?
Why bother?

How is it that you meet someone who triggers all the beautiful points in your system? How is it that someone can drive you crazy, or wild like a madman who broke loose from restraints, or how can it be that we hurt or we ache, and yet, how can it be that we do nothing about this?
Why dare to be free if we will only return to the “prison of self” and be locked up again?
What is it about being alone that can make someone so afraid or weak?

What is it about being alone that can make a person regretful enough to stay where they are, even when they know their heart is somewhere else?

I stand here both falsely and rightfully accused of all the above.
I have always wanted love.
I have always wanted to feel right.
But there was always something wrong, or so I thought.

Stop.
Drop.
And let go.

Do not be afraid to walk.
Do not be afraid to sit alone
Do not be afraid to make the jump.

Life is short.
Do not waste your chance to live your life on anyone who does not deserve you.
Do not be a victim or a volunteer. As Romeo screamed after slaying Tybalt and screamed, “I am fortune’s fool,” do not play into the hands of your own worst fear.

Stop.
Drop.
And let go.

That is all I have for today.
And to some degree –
This is all I need.