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"content": "I can’t focus.<br />Too much noise. <br />From the sound of plates carelessly placed on the counter, to the song in my ears, eager fingers twitching to press “SKIP” every few seconds. Thousands of songs and I can’t recall the last time I listened to any of them in their entirety. Orb of the conscious search-light is always on the move. Attention span in tight hold, swept and pulled by the currents of whatever I am made to choose and must indulge in. <br />Impulse pushing to action. <br />Always. <br />I can’t focus. <br />Because I don’t want to focus.<br />Because any noise is better than all-knowing words etched into the reflection in the mirror of your mind. <br />What about you? <br />Is there a reason why you are reading these words right now?<br />What are you avoiding?<br />What are you scared of?<br />Do you remember the last moment you spent just with yourself? <br />Do you recall the last time you were so engrossed in the moment, in a living thought, that you didn’t notice the number of notifications reaching double digits on your phone?<br />Texts, reminders, other noises. <br />Someone posted something somewhere and wants your validation. <br />You want theirs so you comment, you reply, you like, you repost and you hope. <br />Do you remember the last time you became the slave to yourself instead of others?<br />Do you remember the talking trees, and the strange figures that were once your friends?<br />Do you remember giving yourself a voice and being a force in your world?<br />The feeling of being far away, not just from people, but also from your own body, ignoring all of the signals, all the hurt and neglect crying out for attention, reliving the past in your waking life, in your sleep, over and over again. Because in the end what’s the difference between a dream and a living nightmare if both feel just as real as anything else?<br />Then you find it, the escape. <br />The rope to climb out of every situation. <br />Two pieces of plastic pushed in, wedged in your ear canals. <br />If you distract yourself for long enough, it all gets pushed aside. <br />It will wait until the day passes to greet you again when there is nothing left to distract. <br />You can continue kicking about, losing more of the time you wish you never had. <br />And sometimes you will notice others.<br />Someone in a worse situation than you.<br />Someone who hasn't just got a thorn in their side, instead being pierced with a razor, blade, sharp spiked branches through and through, leaving their body twisted, muscles burning in perpetual agony.<br />The wheelchair bound, mute soul, still smiling, grateful for scraps of care in spite of greater need. <br />You will hate them and yourself. <br />Because they are smiling. <br />How dare they. <br />“Your problems are just different,” you will tell yourself. <br />“Everyone’s got their own cross to bear,” you will say like a mantra until they wheel themselves away from you. <br />It’s unpleasant, isn’t it? <br />To be confronted with something that makes your claims less valid. When your statements appear as untrue. But they are true. I know this. Don’t get angry at me. <br />Words spring forth.<br />“You don’t know me.”<br />I don’t.<br />“You don’t know my story.”<br />I don’t.<br />But then again, do I have to?<br />Do any of us have to?<br />Isn’t there more to you than what’s wrong? <br />Is there anything that’s right?<br /><br /> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=blog\" title=\"#blog\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#blog</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=writing\" title=\"#writing\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#writing</a>",
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"content": "I can’t focus.\nToo much noise. \nFrom the sound of plates carelessly placed on the counter, to the song in my ears, eager fingers twitching to press “SKIP” every few seconds. Thousands of songs and I can’t recall the last time I listened to any of them in their entirety. Orb of the conscious search-light is always on the move. Attention span in tight hold, swept and pulled by the currents of whatever I am made to choose and must indulge in. \nImpulse pushing to action. \nAlways. \nI can’t focus. \nBecause I don’t want to focus.\nBecause any noise is better than all-knowing words etched into the reflection in the mirror of your mind. \nWhat about you? \nIs there a reason why you are reading these words right now?\nWhat are you avoiding?\nWhat are you scared of?\nDo you remember the last moment you spent just with yourself? \nDo you recall the last time you were so engrossed in the moment, in a living thought, that you didn’t notice the number of notifications reaching double digits on your phone?\nTexts, reminders, other noises. \nSomeone posted something somewhere and wants your validation. \nYou want theirs so you comment, you reply, you like, you repost and you hope. \nDo you remember the last time you became the slave to yourself instead of others?\nDo you remember the talking trees, and the strange figures that were once your friends?\nDo you remember giving yourself a voice and being a force in your world?\nThe feeling of being far away, not just from people, but also from your own body, ignoring all of the signals, all the hurt and neglect crying out for attention, reliving the past in your waking life, in your sleep, over and over again. Because in the end what’s the difference between a dream and a living nightmare if both feel just as real as anything else?\nThen you find it, the escape. \nThe rope to climb out of every situation. \nTwo pieces of plastic pushed in, wedged in your ear canals. \nIf you distract yourself for long enough, it all gets pushed aside. \nIt will wait until the day passes to greet you again when there is nothing left to distract. \nYou can continue kicking about, losing more of the time you wish you never had. \nAnd sometimes you will notice others.\nSomeone in a worse situation than you.\nSomeone who hasn't just got a thorn in their side, instead being pierced with a razor, blade, sharp spiked branches through and through, leaving their body twisted, muscles burning in perpetual agony.\nThe wheelchair bound, mute soul, still smiling, grateful for scraps of care in spite of greater need. \nYou will hate them and yourself. \nBecause they are smiling. \nHow dare they. \n“Your problems are just different,” you will tell yourself. \n“Everyone’s got their own cross to bear,” you will say like a mantra until they wheel themselves away from you. \nIt’s unpleasant, isn’t it? \nTo be confronted with something that makes your claims less valid. When your statements appear as untrue. But they are true. I know this. Don’t get angry at me. \nWords spring forth.\n“You don’t know me.”\nI don’t.\n“You don’t know my story.”\nI don’t.\nBut then again, do I have to?\nDo any of us have to?\nIsn’t there more to you than what’s wrong? \nIs there anything that’s right?\n\n #blog #art #writing",
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"content": "I can’t focus.<br />Too much noise. <br />From the sound of plates carelessly placed on the counter, to the song in my ears, eager fingers twitching to press “SKIP” every few seconds. Thousands of songs and I can’t recall the last time I listened to any of them in their entirety. Orb of the conscious search-light is always on the move. Attention span in tight hold, swept and pulled by the currents of whatever I am made to choose and must indulge in. <br />Impulse pushing to action. <br />Always. <br />I can’t focus. <br />Because I don’t want to focus.<br />Because any noise is better than all-knowing words etched into the reflection in the mirror of your mind. <br />What about you? <br />Is there a reason why you are reading these words right now?<br />What are you avoiding?<br />What are you scared of?<br />Do you remember the last moment you spent just with yourself? <br />Do you recall the last time you were so engrossed in the moment, in a living thought, that you didn’t notice the number of notifications reaching double digits on your phone?<br />Texts, reminders, other noises. <br />Someone posted something somewhere and wants your validation. <br />You want theirs so you comment, you reply, you like, you repost and you hope. <br />Do you remember the last time you became the slave to yourself instead of others?<br />Do you remember the talking trees, and the strange figures that were once your friends?<br />Do you remember giving yourself a voice and being a force in your world?<br />The feeling of being far away, not just from people, but also from your own body, ignoring all of the signals, all the hurt and neglect crying out for attention, reliving the past in your waking life, in your sleep, over and over again. Because in the end what’s the difference between a dream and a living nightmare if both feel just as real as anything else?<br />Then you find it, the escape. <br />The rope to climb out of every situation. <br />Two pieces of plastic pushed in, wedged in your ear canals. <br />If you distract yourself for long enough, it all gets pushed aside. <br />It will wait until the day passes to greet you again when there is nothing left to distract. <br />You can continue kicking about, losing more of the time you wish you never had. <br />And sometimes you will notice others.<br />Someone in a worse situation than you.<br />Someone who hasn't just got a thorn in their side, instead being pierced with a razor, blade, sharp spiked branches through and through, leaving their body twisted, muscles burning in perpetual agony.<br />The wheelchair bound, mute soul, still smiling, grateful for scraps of care in spite of greater need. <br />You will hate them and yourself. <br />Because they are smiling. <br />How dare they. <br />“Your problems are just different,” you will tell yourself. <br />“Everyone’s got their own cross to bear,” you will say like a mantra until they wheel themselves away from you. <br />It’s unpleasant, isn’t it? <br />To be confronted with something that makes your claims less valid. When your statements appear as untrue. But they are true. I know this. Don’t get angry at me. <br />Words spring forth.<br />“You don’t know me.”<br />I don’t.<br />“You don’t know my story.”<br />I don’t.<br />But then again, do I have to?<br />Do any of us have to?<br />Isn’t there more to you than what’s wrong? <br />Is there anything that’s right?<br /><br /> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=blog\" title=\"#blog\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#blog</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=writing\" title=\"#writing\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#writing</a>",
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