A Suicide note (not really)

People are concerned about why I often make references to #Suicide + #Death (which are sometimes not a joke) + why live with a noose (it’s an art piece). It’s partly (mostly) because of shit like this. It’s a continuous (and really sad + annoying) reminder of how much more work I + people like me HAVE to do to help create the #Balance so desperately needed in order for us to survive the remarkably long road ahead. It feels like we’re at #War, but our enemy is only ourselves + it’s a constant fucking #Battle.

Fuck a salmon swimming upstream, this is like having to fly without wings just to to be a decent human being. To defy fucking gravity itself to be good, #Kind, #Compassionate, #Caring + truly #Serve your fellow man. To offer something of yourself that brings value + meaning to someone else’s life.

Not all of us are fighters though. Not all of us see life as war that has to be won, some of see life as a #Gift that’s meant to be shared.

I’ve spent the first 43 years of my life fighting. Fighting to #Heal myself of all the shit that made me hurt myself, others + wake me up to what #Life + #Love truly are (#Same). I’m literally all #Good. I am so grateful that I chose this path. But, I am really tired. I’m not depressed, I’m not sad, I’m not angry or spiteful, just tired.

I see something like this and realize how much #Work there’s still left to do + I just want to take a permanent nap + let you all sort it out. Why do you think #Buddha + all those other motherfuckers left to go into…