May 22, 2003

prose poem: "you know where I'd like to live is--"

--Personal preference has nothing to do with it. You are where you are.
Sure, maybe you could move. Maybe you could also stop being your mother's child.
What are you looking for, really? Will leaving help you find it? Or will it just make you always gone?
Good and bad are everywhere, yeah, out there, in here, in your human heart. Flee the bad place and try to outrun the bad in you. You can't.
Even so--am I just preaching atrophy? If the house goes corrupt, will you know to escape? And how?
Until then--you can't know all there is to know about this one piece of soil in a lifetime of study. So why abandon it?

Posted by eshtine at May 22, 2003 09:03 PM
Comments

Cherry blossoms on a warm spring morning can heal the soul, while the smell of garbage and violence on a hot and humid night in a ghetto can hurt it.

Sometimes moving away can clear the senses enough to focus on healing the pain within.

Posted by: Paolo at June 3, 2003 10:14 AM

Ahh, you clever boy. Good retort. You're quite right, the soul needs cleaning on occasion. I tend to use vacations for that purpose.

Posted by: eshtine at June 5, 2003 07:01 AM
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