You either get it or don’t
You could have read thousands of books and listened to all the talks and lectures
You could have all the money in the world Having successful careers and businesses
You could be a teacher or a professor At institutions that leave people in awe
And still don’t get it
Because you either get it or don’t There’s no in-between.
Be here with me now Not yesterday Not tomorrow Be with me today Right here, right now.
There was a man in gray hoodies sitting next to me in the waiting room One of his upper cheeks was pierced with a black piercing His backpack pockets had a bunch of crinkled tissue in them His eyes were glazed His vibe eccentric and otherworldly His body language chaotic, erratic, and anxious Saying random stuff whenever he wanted to Yet there was a sense of freedom to his energy
Nobody was talking in the waiting room Everyone staring into their phones To avoid looking at each other Dead silence
A song was playing on the speaker It must have been a playlist of 2000s hits He said to me, “I hope I will fall in love again” It was a part of the chorus lyrics I smiled at him and said “I hope I will, too.”
“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.” — James Baldwin
So this is what choosing me feels like.
