There comes a day when you are listening to music, alone, and you realise that you are where you have to be. That all the -isms are not for you. That you will follow your own path or no-path. That the desire for completion is just a not-here. A day when you realise you have to stop looking at what others may have achieved and just sit down. A day when you realise you are where you are for a reason. You realise you must find out why. Sit down now and find out.
There comes a day when you realise you won’t be happier with this or without that. Imagining yourself fulfilling that dream is also an escape from here. You realise you will take your ‘here’ with you wherever you may go, whatever you may have or not have, whoever you may be with. It is you, always you.
There is nowhere else where you should be. Just here. A path is just an escape from here. There comes a day when you realise everything you need is here. And, probably, there is nothing else. Probably, there is no elsewhere. Elsewhere is just the same here with another skin.
There comes a day you realise you must stay here, in the middle of the swirl, afraid that you will be torn by the conflicting opposites. A day when you just accept. Accepting is the monumental task of the second half of life. Without it, there is only suffering.
After acceptance, you may try compassion. It is easier than love and quite effective. There comes a day when you, half surprised, find it in you that you can feel compassion, not just for others, but also for yourself.
A day when you, maybe, become a man. Or, rather, a day when you realise you are a man. And, let me tell you, it is a very strange feeling.
This post was written with this song. Or rather, I should say it was written by it.