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Everything's fucked, or is it?

26/6/2020

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Waving, as I fly through.

Hmmm....there is so much to say, yet I can't even begin to express most of it.
They are thoughts, feelings and moments of  in between.
Some fleeting and just out of my grasp
Everything is changed
We are changed
Death and destruction
Systems, people, wealth, security.
Just and unjust
Navigating it all, like a fucking tightrope walker.
Balancing it sometimes with finesse, other time’s like a clumsy joker.

The uncertainty of our fates is a never-ending saga, intensified by the media

​We are on the precipice of …something.
It’s elusive yet tangible
 
People and systems have been exposed, with nowhere to go and the bullshit we swallowed for generation’s has no place in the future, whatever that may look like.
 
The truth
 
How does it look for you?
 
I’m trying clear observation for a start, like what worked and what didn’t
work before the apocalypse.
 
What I’m willing to let die instead of hanging on for dear life.
 
What I need to feed and nourish and what I need to bury.
 
Amongst all the chaos, there have been absolute moments of pure clarity.
 
Mixed in with fear and regret, walking the tightrope.
 
This last 6 months has taught me, that taking shit for granted and feeling secure is the biggest illusion.

With the false sense of security and lulled to sleep with the quick fix hit, that we  lined up for.
Media super stars, guru status, special, entitled, total assholes not fully present.

The vapidness of the whole world. An easy pill to swallow when you want to feel safe even if it is a lie.

The future, well the thing is it hasn’t happened yet, so that gives me hope. 

It can be anything we imagine and hopefully better than the one we are leaving behind .

Because I believe we are changed, how could we not be? 


My goal for the next few weeks is ensuring I have my broom firmly between my legs, and not stuck up my ass as I navigate this beautiful world, because she truly is.
 
Returning to her with the remembering that the only certain thing in life is death (and Taxes).

Rock on

Bec 

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