A True Tangent
Earphones in, strap in. This is an endeavor of inclination.
I’ve never actually written anything not defined by a set theme. That’s 8 years of composition (or structure, least of all.. Foundation) to get me to the point of confidence in writing itself that I can just take a swing at a piece. Let’s see where it goes.
Most pertinent on my mind, is bravery. It seems there’s a social web that prevents people from from acting in their bravest interests. This is something I’ve lived in inherent rejection of. Don’t get me wrong, I conform to expectations, but I find honesty easier than strategy.
Staying on the topic, I come across many walls that prevent me from pursuing the topic. These coming from heart, rationale, and understanding. Heart wise, I’ve learnt it’s unwise to assume affection alone can sway a stranger. Rationale wise, I’ve learnt it’s strategically smarter not to make broad un-confirmable assumptions before you can confirm the assumption. Understanding wise, I’ve learnt what you don’t—
At this point, I’ve assumed a level of familiarity with my work. It’s hard to admit my writing has built an expectation. Harder even to see what that expectation is, irregardles, completing this piece, I will speak as if I’ve never crossed into the life of the current reader.
Life has been an overwhelming effort to make a lane for myself to speak my mind. That pursuit in itself, is something I encourage in every reader. More important than the drive that lead me to where I am currently, is my responsibility in this moment to stay in touch with everyone I know outside of myself. Checks and Balances for the cerebral mind. Trust your doctors, folks.
Whether this is considered gibberish or insightful. This is a record of my mind. And above all, I’m glad to be seeking an internal consistency in myself. I think I’m just realizing my life has been a pursuit of finding a way to let me keep myself accountable; by involving the external perspectives which give the world around me meaning.
Maybe there’s meaning outside of just the external…
I bid you adieu,
Vex, signing off
