And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
I don’t mean it’s easy or assured; there are the stubborn stumps of shame, grief that remains unsolvable after all the years, a bag of stones that goes with one wherever one goes and however the hour may call for dancing and for light feet. But there is, also, the summoning world, the admirable energies of the world, better than anger, better than bitterness and, because more interesting, more alleviating. And there is the thing that one does, the needle one piles, the work, and within that work a chance to take thoughts that are hot and formless and to place them slowly and with meticulous effort into some shapely heat-retaining form, even as the gods, or nature, or the soundless wheels of time have made forms all across the soft, curved universe – that is to say, having chosen to claim my life, I have made for myself, out of work and love, a handsome life.
from “Staying Alive”, in Upstream, 2016, pp. 12-22.
I think that all revolves around what we decide to do with our own precious life. I don’t much believe in good luck or bad luck. I think you can at least try to give your life the shape you want. Those who are prey for the coincidences, those who give up without even trying, those who keep going on, and on, and on, dragging their old bones as if they were a burden… Is this life? Is this how life was supposed to be? Or is it just a form of compassion that they are looking for? Why don’t they take their life in their hands, they grab it and squeeze it till it bleeds out. Something good can happen. And anything can happen in any direction. It’s chancy out there, as Annie Dillard used to say. It’s damn chancy and you gotta take a chance. You gotta try. Life is not miserable in itself. People make it miserable. I ain’t saying everything is always perfect. Most of the times it isn’t perfect at all. It’s nibbled away. It’s cracked. It just doesn’t make sense, no matter how hard we try to give it a shape, to give it a direction, if not the right one.
And yet, those who keep fighting, those who have understood what they want, those who are burning with desire and dreams. Those will make something out of their life. I still don’t know what, and I’m actually scared to find out. But I want to live.
Keep it wild and simple
AnaKWildness