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This tightrope act is exhausting. You give, and give, and give... navigating incessant tidal waves of demands and expectations crashing across the goals you set for yourself as if your only purpose in life is to be available for someone else's needs, as though the only way you recognize any kind of achievement is to witness your efforts fulfilling someone else's wishes. You pull broken boards off the ship you built to carry them until all that's left is a dinghy being tossed in unfamiliar waters, and each broken board is discarded like the pieces of yourself you lost trying to be the bigger person.This inane concept that it's possible to feel personally fulfilled by giving everything of yourself, of wanting to spend your life in the service of the people you love and who supposedly love you, that "family" is thicker than blood, is not the chamber pot at the end of a fuck you rainbow.
It's the amalgamation of outdated ideologies. Some twisted form of instant gratification blended with the honor of dutiful sacrifice intended strictly to toxify everything that it means to experience healthy coexistence.
So in the supposed, but unconfirmed, words of Marie Antoinette, "let them eat cake." Though had she been of our generation, I may be so bold as to suggest that she might have said, "Let them drink beer."
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Written on 2023-02-06 at 17:13
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If demons come out at night, and devils find solace in the consequences... I mean call me crazy, but it sounds like their team is way more fun.This tightrope act is exhausting. You give, and give, and give... navigating incessant tidal waves of demands and expectations crashing across the goals you set for yourself as if your only purpose in life is to be available for someone else's needs, as though the only way you recognize any kind of achievement is to witness your efforts fulfilling someone else's wishes. You pull broken boards off the ship you built to carry them until all that's left is a dinghy being tossed in unfamiliar waters, and each broken board is discarded like the pieces of yourself you lost trying to be the bigger person.This inane concept that it's possible to feel personally fulfilled by giving everything of yourself, of wanting to spend your life in the service of the people you love and who supposedly love you, that "family" is thicker than blood, is not the chamber pot at the end of a fuck you rainbow.
It's the amalgamation of outdated ideologies. Some twisted form of instant gratification blended with the honor of dutiful sacrifice intended strictly to toxify everything that it means to experience healthy coexistence.
So in the supposed, but unconfirmed, words of Marie Antoinette, "let them eat cake." Though had she been of our generation, I may be so bold as to suggest that she might have said, "Let them drink beer."
Poetry by Phill
Read 162 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2023-02-06 at 17:13
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