"Obscura I: Fuck My Therapist"
I live nearby a park that I like to walk in, weather permitting.
I always go there to jog, but I cant help but daydream and notice stuff.
Like, there's a part where it's under a bridge and all I can think of is how cool it would be if it were to be street-arted into robot looking parts and the concept would be is that the bridge is like a Transformer robot (what can I say? I'm a big kid).
And I can't help but notice nature itself...
My ex therapist told me that I have problems receiving nurturing energy and I used to think he was right...but one time, as I walked along the path in the park, I heard a voice whisper, "The water."
First it made me aware of the breeze in the air but as I turned towards the water, I started hearing the gentle sound of the water flowing.
My eyes turned towards ripples in the creek, created by the mild current, where rays of sunlight glistened...and I was so blown away at how beautiful it was that I...wept.
It felt like, "I love you" and I received it, wholeheartedly.
When I'm "lost" these things remind me that this, too, is a part of this system called "Life" and that it will pass, just as everything must...and when I do, my remains will go back to Earth's form.
As a child, I used to look at photos of sceneries and wondered what about it was so special, "They're just trees. Who cares?" I thought it was fucking boring. I was more interested in big photography of tiny insects 'cause I thought the weird little details were cool like "Woah, dude!" 😯
But now I know; they weren't trying to capture the trees; they were trying to capture the Spirit that dwells within all of Us and everything that ever existed, exist, and will come to be.
These days, I like to take boring ass, generic photos myself.
You either get it... or you don't.
Fuck my therapist.