Let’s make it work!

I start this post with a renowned phrase out Tim Gunn's book. "Let's make it work". It's what he would say to the designers of Project Runway every time the pieces shown to him weren't adding up. But...Is this phrase applicable in life as well? Do we have to make it work? Have to? When life is being her usual bitch, do we have to smile 24/7 until the fucked up inside matches to perfection the smiley outside? Just because people around us can't handle to see us "sad". Because weaknesses are not acceptable in a society that measures your capacity based on productivity…and when we are sad we produce less, is that it?
Yes, as a matter of fact I am familiar with the theory behind it…the dissonance theory and all that. But I ask this, is that all there is to it? Make it work? For whose benefit? Why are we so afraid of feeling, particularly those feelings that are not automatically related to pleasure? It may sound cliché, trust me I know, but pain and heartbreak can be good for you. How are you to know when you have a good thing if there's nothing to compare it to? Sometimes the best part is the fall. The adrenaline of not knowing. What is so petrifying about silences and…leisure time? If you don't get what I mean, just look around you…how people tap their foot anxiously, do three things at once or how when you ask a friend the inconsequential: "how're you doing?" you just keep walking because you aren't actually waiting for an answer. In point of fact answering is considered downright rude. The new thing is texting…because we don't even have time to speak. We are busy at keeping busy. We are too busy to feel, to think, to live…so we have to make it work. And that ought to be enough.

But I ask myself…is it surviving enough? It's just enough what I seek?

I think not...thank you very much!

Looking over the shoulder

Sad but true...so many people I called friends are now just people I used to know. Friendly strangers but nothing more. A cold smile like the one frozen for a picture. A forgotten promise of never forgetting. Can't you hear the quiet murmurs of the muses carrying those messages that were never sent...those words of apology or those I love you's that were never bespoken? Because I can. And they cut deep.

Attempts to sooth the soul

Many a person over the years has tried- both successfully and unsuccessfully, to get rid of their inner demons. Those who are successful are deemed artists, those who are not are call dreamers at best and lunatics at worse. But where exactly resides that line on which two worlds collide? Does somebody know? Is somebody fit to tell? Who's to say that those deemed lunatics are not just successes on the making? Who says that those who claim to be just a tad bit crazy are not just as crazy as those that had completely lost it? Maybe, and bear with me here…everyone is as crazy as the one before them and the next one could ever possibly be. Maybe at the end it's just that some have mastered creating a façade of calmness and collection while others don't bother going through all that trouble. Perhaps we all have demons…it's just that some people have demons more toxic and difficult to ignore than others.