The Fallen Man
A man robbed of his kindness bestows cruelty.
A man robbed of his empathy bestows antipathy.
A man robbed of his laughter bestows sadness.
A man robbed of his dreams bestows nightmares.
A man robbed of his confidence bestows insecurity.
A man robbed of his skills bestows unemployment.
A man robbed of his bread bestows hungriness.
A man robbed of his clothing bestows nakedness.
A man robbed of his sight bestows blindness.
A man robbed of his hearing bestows deafness.
A man robbed of his limbs bestows impairment.
A man robbed of his wealth bestows poverty.
A man robbed of his freedom bestows slavery.
A man robbed of his liberation bestows incarceration.
A man robbed of his kingdom bestows homelessness.
A man robbed of his soulmate bestows loneliness.
A man robbed of his ray of light bestows darkness.
A man robbed of his principles bestows emptiness.
A man robbed of his essence of soul bestows alexithymia.
A man who has nothing left to be robbed of bestows detachment.
A man who has no reasons to live for bestows time.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man bestows him with freedom.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man bestows him with power.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man bestows him a title of The Enemy.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man should never FUCK with him.
For I am that Fallen Man!
Image: The Silent Warrior - Best of Mastodon 2018 Award.
Moonbath
It was like a dream, so much so that I can’t say for certain that it wasn’t. But if it was, it was more real than the pen in my hand and the paper upon which I write the memory of the most wondrous moment of my life. Who is to say it did not happen? Upon hearing it, you will want it to be so. And in the wanting, we make it so…no?
I slept fitfully that night; nothing unusual. I often do. I thought I heard whispering in the garden beneath my window. I crept from my bed and peered into the moonlit darkness below. My eyes widened in surprise at what I saw: Thousands of flickering lights falling from the sky, dancing around the garden, making a soft whispering sound as of butterfly wings fluttering in the summer wind. It was enchanting. I had to touch them.
I ran quietly from my room, down the stairs to the back door, I reached up to unlock it. It creaked. I paused, but heard no movement in the house. I squeezed through a crack in the door and ran into the garden. It was music that sang to my eyes, caressed my skin like a warm bath, filled me with a joy I had never felt. I removed my nightgown, warmed by the dancing light and took a moonbath.
Happiness.
"Happiness... a little more like knockin'... on your door... if you just let it in..."
-The Fray
"Happiness"
Album: The Fray
If you are suffering from a mental illness, then happiness comes and goes like waves depending on whether or not your brain chemistry will allow it. But let this not dishearten you.
You don't need to wait for your brain all the time.
Some people have the capacity to smile broadly just because they are invited to smile in obligation to meeting someone. You can try it wherever you are, smiling.
There it is. Knocking on your door. Will you allow yourself to be happy?
This isn't the existential question of "am I happy with my life and the people in it?" It isn't "am I happy with my gardener for ruining my white roses?" No. It's simple: Will you smile?
If you are not suffering from an illness that has you laughing obscenely at jokes you come up with for yourself, then you might be prone to a little laughter here and there. I invite you to enjoy it. It isn't here every day.
That's right. Happiness is fleeting. For example; it is impossible to laugh when a loved one passes, or when breakups happen. But happiness is still waiting. Like your phone is waiting to ring. Like a book is waiting to be read. Happiness is waiting to see you smile.
An interesting note here: the seven basic facial expressions include a genuine smile. A smile that gives you crows feet at the corners of your eyelids. A smile that, if you are lucky enough to reach middle age, will show just how many smiles you've enjoyed with the wrinkles from it. No, not all wrinkles are wrong for the face. These signs of character are the most important to gain over your years.
So give us a smile. A genuine one. No one likes a fake.