Life wants avoiding sometimes. There are plenty of reasons for it. There are plenty of tactics to do it: booze, meth, TV, food, sex, porn. Even rushing to avoid the sad and embarrassing moments in life, it’s inevitable that some of the good ones are missed too.
Then I heard a song, and remembered why avoidance tactics sucked. This song, right here:
Something about this song reminded me how music heightens our connections to life’s experiences. There’s no way to feel numb to life when music is playing. And that’s really a much better approach to life: feeling it head-on. Head on…that idea is how I arrived to this poem:
living head on,
the blues , reds, and greens
serenity into anger
unable to ignore
the smell of
out of the body.