I remember the days when the simplest explanation was usually the correct one and what made it simple was not that it was so elementary... but that it could be easily explained for mass understanding and/or consumption. A feat that required articulation. Many times I will write things that may require two or three reads to really comprehend the flowcharted and/or circular thought process within one lines' conclusion. Even the pieces of music I choose add (by lyric or emotive expression) to the themes that may at times hide between the letters. Thankfully, some have taken notice. I have been told this by folk that read my pieces. At first, they wonder why I repost things over and over again... but after awhile, some tell me what was finally revealed to them and to their surprise, it was not the same idea they picked up in their first reading...
When every detail you wish to use to support your thesis or hypothesis requires it's own paragraph because you see them differently than their name implies, it is very difficult to convey what you're trying to say without losing your audience to misunderstanding or a short attention span. So what do you do? KISS: Keep It Simple Stupid... knowing some depth will be lost, you advance your point anyway and hope they dig further into what you truly meant to say. Doing it this way will undoubtedly sprout misunderstanding and misinterpretation but that is all part of the fun... when it comes to writing that is.
Yet when this is translated into the read of one's actions and life, one is bound to be unfairly judged and/or "boxed". Especially when one lives an unorthodox life that cannot be easily explained in one sitting or conversation. Most folk are so linear, they are easy to read but some deal in complexities that require articulation. Not of an idea... but of a point of view and in order to accomplish this, the articulator will need an empathetic mind to receive said articulation. If they are unwilling or unable to step into your shoes and see through your eyes... save your breath. Your actions and/or ideas will be interpreted through the eyes of their own experience and belief system. Now imagine, you trudge along life meeting so few of these empathetic individuals that you simply decide that no one truly deserves your "why" any longer and you decide to clam up. What do you think happens? That's right, you are completely misjudged and therefore... misaligned. "Packaged" in the mind of too many that think they know how to interpret you because they either watched a YouTube video or took a class on the personality type they have chosen to box you into. You laugh it off and keep it moving because it's all you can do. The ones that "get you" are a breath of fresh air & the one's that don't... are work. Too much work to justify even bothering anymore. Today, that type has become way too sure of their own conclusion. To the point that some will actually try to convince you that you're the one that doesn't actually "get" you.
I'm over being frustrated by it. I'm over being upset about it. There is too much in my life I have to do to worry about who gets me & who doesn't anymore. Maybe, when all is said and done, I'll come to care again but maybe by the time that I do, all those I thought worth articulating a stance to will have gone on to better paths. I just want to be free of every angst and hang-up known to man. Free of all things that effect men and women deeply. I want to face every discomfort with an answer that lets them slide off my back. Not in an arrogant, prideful, "nothin can touch me" kind of way but in the kind of way that says "nothing can move me unless I allow it". The kind of stoicism that isn't achieved through meditations or chants (as these are temporary and conditional) but the kind that has faced so much, all discomfort as heavy as a cat 5 storm, is faced with the same tenacity you would a drizzle. To think this would be as easy as making declarations on a blog is a joke. I know what "becoming" takes and with every iteration of "me", I get closer all the time.
I wish that I could share everything that I'm going through... but I can't. The great, the good, the bad and the horrible. All of it... belongs to me and my Lord. Only time will allow me to unfold it publically like pages slowly being read out of a diary that belonged to a recluse and when that day comes... I know I will be closer to the freedom I so desire. It will be a good read... trust it. Till then, I will speak of love and hope like the beautiful stars they are. As constants in the heavens... passion will serve as one of my guides. As gifts from my Lord to me and my own and I will never stop believing. You can trust that too... I'm out
~moses apollo
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