A friend’s been going through a profound transformation that’s been a privilege to witness and be invited behind the scenes for, and it’s been making me think about my own threshold experiences, past, present, and future.
Another friend has been calling this year a time of blooming. As the perennial late bloomer, I’m thinking about that too. What seeds are sprouting, I wonder?
A subterranean connection I think these two friends have in common is a love of being alive, as a meme one of them shared with me this morning put it. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that some of my favorite people are exactly like that.
That’s funny to me. The hard shell I show the world doesn’t exactly scream joie de vivre.
But as yet another meme that yet another friend shared puts it: things germinate by busting out of their protective shells. I think I’m still waiting on that, but the conditions are right. These friendships enrich the soil.
I think that’s why people like Alysa Lui and Eileen Gu have meant so much to so many in their own way. They give us permission to read from a different script. It’s kinda silly when you think about it, but that’s okay – we’re silly creatures who get stuck in patterns and often need big and bold gestures to snap out of it, like: “Really? People can behave that way?”
Yeah. People can. And people do. But something made us think otherwise along the way. Something by design.
Everything about the world they’ve set up is designed to disempower us; to make us forget who we are and what we’re capable of.
They riddle us with doubt while running and ruining it all on vibes. They instill a deep fear of imperfection within us while behaving like filthy monsters behind closed doors. All this, they do while driving us to despair. “S—de is an option,” right? Isn’t that what they’re reportedly telling people who reach out for help?
The rule of dead labor over living labor has taken its final form: they’d rather see us six feet under before letting their power go.
But living well and loving being alive will be our revenge.