Love and Revolution.

We are all creatures of habit.

I stand at the bus stop and think about that for a while.

I see the same woman come out on the porch and comb her hair. I see the same guy that won't say hi. I see the same man walk to the post box and drop in a nextflix movie and then wait for the same bus. We are all commodified, routine, stuck in place via jobs and rent and relationships and and and...

What happened to being a person.

What happened to:

"I come that you might live life and that to its fullest."

It is a fraud a rip off. This world is a kind of hoax perpetuated on people. At one point we were all born, and the system that we were born into is so much worse than anything that we could ever conceive of in a movie like The Matrix. We are born into a world withe they don't even try to hide that they are controlling our lives with money and commodity. And by they I mean we, I mean me.

I get just as caught up in it.

Fuck how would I know that the people at the bus stop were there at the same time doing the same things if I weren't too.

I know only one way to combat it. By falling in love over and over again.

I remember the first night I woke up next to T. Or the first time V. and I kissed. Or when I realized that God was my god. Or when b. let loose that first squeal that says to the world, "I am here and alive." Even the first time I passed city lights in a bus and realized that this is my home.

Over and over again. Because I would walk away from everything to feel any of those things, with any one (even myself) again. Over and over again I will give up my life, my comfort, my "place" in this world to know love.

"What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger?"

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