33 Realizations

I start to realize…

That age is abstract, but scrolling for your birth year isn’t.
That I was born too early for an everlasting bionic life.
That a party is nice, and leaving early is too.
That I’m grateful for being born into an analog world, and grateful it isn’t anymore.
That slavery was abolished, yet I can pay a cleaner a few euros.
That the greatest gift is being loved, and being able to love.
That if I die now, it’s enough. If I live on, I’ll fill it more.
That you can love more than one person, though convincing a partner is another story.
That I will never fully know another, no matter how close we get.
That no extreme is healthy, yet the world keeps rushing toward them.
That searching for answers matters, but so do the breaks.
That self-development is important, but not everything.
That in my core I won’t change, yet I’ll keep trying.
That I am an addict, even when the addiction is gone.
That the brain is just the end of a nervous network — if I cannot sense, I cannot learn.
That people matter, and letting them go does too.
That I don’t need to be right, even if I am.
That giving without return still gives endlessly.
That I can’t have everything, but I keep trying anyway.
That life doesn’t happen without pain, but suffering is up to me.
That wrinkles will stay, at least for now.
That I found psychedelics too late, and I’ll catch up.
That I write and few will read — and who cares.
That in the end, everything I do, I do for myself.
That I don’t want to be good, only truthful.
That I love life, yet don’t do much to prolong it.
That living hurts others, and I cannot change that.
That feeling love in the body is the truest form, though I welcome we when the mind agrees.
That hate wastes energy, while anger can free.
That disappointment is born from expectations, and some can’t be avoided.
That I lie, and I accept it.
That sex fades, but intimacy deepens.
That I don’t want to be alone, and don’t want anyone too close.
That thirty-three realizations are only the surface.
That sharing this may invite judgment — and it doesn’t matter.