cohen again

i listen to cohen again and wonder if i’m obsessive
in the wet, warm drink i sip the spirit water, and ponder
i react first with emotion, the weight takes a while to settle
i’m let down and i let down
there is no reasoning with the passions.
sometimes i feel like i’m not a real person—a lack i’ve sought in others
credit for debit, the difference solo temporal
evolve the revolving door, better round than in
any task, i’ll find a way to do it
my first instinct may be wrong but given infinite time…

i mentioned earlier this week my trouble with receiving unconditional love. my confused adolescence. well last month i had romy on my playlist. her album, mid air, has been on repeat in my ears for a while. highly recommend.

‘my mother says to me, enjoy your life’

i’d seen my mum for my birthday dinner the day before. i was tired. at the gym. listening to my angsty feminist icons playlist. and i felt overwhelmed by emotion when this came on. the instruction is both comforting and implausible. why is it such a struggle to be happy?

i grew up in a loving family and still managed to be traumatised by it. i felt so unworthy of my parents’ love. if you too have been troubled by this issue, then i suggest the way to deal with it is to pass it on. to try to love universally and unconditionally. i don’t want to make excuses for everyone. but it’s not easy living in the complicated world, and we all have different perspectives and abilities. there is no right level of selfishness, anxiety or generosity. similar actions and intentions lead to dissimilar results. we don’t always know the consequences before we cause them.