Disclaimer: The following Weekly Authentic is senseless. It has purpose only to me, and I’m still trying to figure out what that is. I share it with you only to see if you can find meaning before I get to it. I just felt like I had to say these things, that they were somehow important. I really want to know what “It” is, but I’m kind of afraid of what I might find.
It’s about speaking up without yet being spoken to.
It’s about survival.
It’s about making lists.
It’s about hoping to God that I have a few more hours.
It’s about a relentless search.
It’s about being open to something that hasn’t been dreamed of yet.
It’s about wringing out wet T-shirts.
It’s about not knowing how things will turn out and acting anyway.
It’s about running in place and getting winded.
It’s about feeling worthless.
It’s about The Glass Menagerie, West Side Story, and Waiting For Godot.
It’s about the history of all things beautiful.
It’s about crying when you recognize something.
It’s about mothers, and the absence of mothers.
It’s about wanting to wriggle away from all responsibility.
You see, I may be a fragile, murky, pedantic and obtuse, broken, fanatically supportive, fluid, wandering failure, but at least I’m not ugly.