its the real thing

sometime AFTER we all started being or aspiring to be like everyone else - learning one thing, in one way. on one path. sometime AFTER we all started living our one size fits all life, competing for the same damn illusive nothing, the bigger this, the more that. another bag. another belt. a bigger house. these tickets. that front row. that hotel. don't you know? the pictures are on facebook.

well it was sometime AFTER all of that started (i figure about 100 years ago) that we began losing what was real. not just who we were and what we were doing. not just the way forward for us. where we were meant to go. who we were meant to be. not just that. but more deeply too. the bigger, better you're my competition not my kin way ate our humanity. our morality. and our ability to be real. and true.

we didn't just get lost for 40 years and wander around. wonder around. instead we got lost and then quickly began covering up the truth. in 100 different marketing ploys. and self promotions. we've covered up ourselves. our naked, lost unrealness. we've made so much up we don't know what's real anymore. and we're all hiding inside these stories. these expressions of our vocal chakras gone awry. we jump on the band wagon of others and their self promotion. we're sponsored by this and chosen by that. consciously or unconsciously. knowing or not knowing. still lies. and fear of self. intimately manifested. like its ok.

we've covered, avoided and run from the thing that can help us most. the hole of unknowingness. the confusion of not knowing how we feel. or worse, not being able to express it. because we don't have the skills to do those things anymore. or the manners to be quiet if we don't. its the real thing. what is?

we've been replaced instead by an incredible commercial machine. we're technological devices. brands. the next cool thing. we can make it up. lie. steal it from someone else. all of which just means that real us doesn't get to be. the energy of real us doesn't come out. the passion of real us doesn't live. the creativity and art of real us never becomes real. and no matter how good we may be at faking it - without real us we're nothing. every time.

for real us to make an appearance we have to stop all this unrealness. we have to feel. we have to want to feel. we have to wait. and wait. and watch. make things. grow things. be quiet. and watch and wait. and wait. and wait. this is not easy. its like unpicking something impossibly complicated. and as there is no proven upside why bother? if you're already guaranteed as many mars bars as you want why forgo them ALL for the promise of a handmade 70% chocolate raspberry truffle you've never tasted?