This Big Ass Block
I'm trying to open myself up
to the universe. To tap into
that connection I believe we all
have. It's silly because something
that is always there
shouldn't feel so difficult
to access.
It's like there is this big ass block
before me.
I feel myself pushing against it,
trying to climb over it.
Wondering what it would take to blow it up
and then step over the pieces
But maybe, just maybe,
The key is to stop fighting it.
To let go of this overwhelming urge
to knock it down and then kick it away.
Maybe just acknowledging that
It's there.
OK block, so I feel you.
I practically see you.
I do see you in fact
if I close my eyes.
You are big.
You are wooden.
You are square in shape.
And you are NOT moving.
I couldn't move you physically
if I tried. Trust me,
I have been trying.
The question then is, why are you there?
How did you happen to get in my path
and why do you seem so bloody big to me?
Are you made of repressed feelings?
Why do I see you as made of wood?
Does that symbolize childhood or my work?
Are you made of the things I should have done
But didn't?
All my What-Ifs perhaps?
Hmm I feel like I'm onto something here
Those What-Ifs eh?
I think, Block, that you may be composed
of every What-If I have ever uttered aloud
or just thought about in my head
And to be honest,
lately I'm famous for my What-Ifs
My What-Ifs have transformed into
this huge wooden block.
They are what is stopping me from
moving on along my path.
Paralyzing me.
Only letting me look back.
I see mistakes and things
I could have done differently.
And the What-If
I am repeating or going to repeat
the same mistakes
What-If I make a big waste of my life
What-If I already have?
Maybe this is how to move the box.
To pack up those
What-Ifs
and get them
The hell outta here.
(Funny i say pack them up because they have
already formed themselves into a block
which is quite like a box, no?)
But here's the point
I already know somewhere inside of me
That I just have to believe
Maybe I will make mistakes
It's not like a haven't already
So what?
I'm going to try my best
It's not like I can't learn from mistakes
The truth is that:
The only way I can make a
total waste of my life
is by not living it.
relief so sweet. Just live.
I'm trying to open myself up
to the universe. To tap into
that connection I believe we all
have. It's silly because something
that is always there
shouldn't feel so difficult
to access.
It's like there is this big ass block
before me.
I feel myself pushing against it,
trying to climb over it.
Wondering what it would take to blow it up
and then step over the pieces
But maybe, just maybe,
The key is to stop fighting it.
To let go of this overwhelming urge
to knock it down and then kick it away.
Maybe just acknowledging that
It's there.
OK block, so I feel you.
I practically see you.
I do see you in fact
if I close my eyes.
You are big.
You are wooden.
You are square in shape.
And you are NOT moving.
I couldn't move you physically
if I tried. Trust me,
I have been trying.
The question then is, why are you there?
How did you happen to get in my path
and why do you seem so bloody big to me?
Are you made of repressed feelings?
Why do I see you as made of wood?
Does that symbolize childhood or my work?
Are you made of the things I should have done
But didn't?
All my What-Ifs perhaps?
Hmm I feel like I'm onto something here
Those What-Ifs eh?
I think, Block, that you may be composed
of every What-If I have ever uttered aloud
or just thought about in my head
And to be honest,
lately I'm famous for my What-Ifs
My What-Ifs have transformed into
this huge wooden block.
They are what is stopping me from
moving on along my path.
Paralyzing me.
Only letting me look back.
I see mistakes and things
I could have done differently.
And the What-If
I am repeating or going to repeat
the same mistakes
What-If I make a big waste of my life
What-If I already have?
Maybe this is how to move the box.
To pack up those
What-Ifs
and get them
The hell outta here.
(Funny i say pack them up because they have
already formed themselves into a block
which is quite like a box, no?)
But here's the point
I already know somewhere inside of me
That I just have to believe
Maybe I will make mistakes
It's not like a haven't already
So what?
I'm going to try my best
It's not like I can't learn from mistakes
The truth is that:
The only way I can make a
total waste of my life
is by not living it.
relief so sweet. Just live.
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