i was asked this in yoga class today
and what came to my mind was
you know when it rains and it stops and there are earthworms everywhere
and you dont want to step on them but then you realize there are cars running over them all the time and then you wonder why the fuck they lay on the pavement
are they trying to kill themselves?
at this point i feel like love looks like sensitivity and mystery and sometimes there is just no explanation for it and sometimes the lack of an explanation of it is what we are going to have to put up with.
and what came to my mind was
you know when it rains and it stops and there are earthworms everywhere
and you dont want to step on them but then you realize there are cars running over them all the time and then you wonder why the fuck they lay on the pavement
are they trying to kill themselves?
at this point i feel like love looks like sensitivity and mystery and sometimes there is just no explanation for it and sometimes the lack of an explanation of it is what we are going to have to put up with.
ala:
My dad used to always make me go fishing and I hated it because you'd have to cut up worms and put them on hooks and it always seemed like the worm was like "OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" cause it would wiggle and panic. Traumatizing. 