11-02-2025, 03:05 PM
Absent Presence
There is the life that we live,
and then there is the life that we see of ourselves.
When you look up at night,
Do you not wonder?
Who are we if not the people we think we are?
But then,
Who are we when we are not the people we think we are?
We are "not ourselves".
Who are you when the person you think you are has no bearing on the person that you are?
That is who you are in the brief and fleeting moment when you look up in the sky at night and wonder.
In that moment,
Your life feels absent but your presence feels full.
That presence is you.
Where is that presence in your anger?
In your fear?
In your agony?
Does that presence evade you?
Or you it?
Remember who you were when you looked at the stars.
It is all of us.
There is the life that we live,
and then there is the life that we see of ourselves.
When you look up at night,
Do you not wonder?
Who are we if not the people we think we are?
But then,
Who are we when we are not the people we think we are?
We are "not ourselves".
Who are you when the person you think you are has no bearing on the person that you are?
That is who you are in the brief and fleeting moment when you look up in the sky at night and wonder.
In that moment,
Your life feels absent but your presence feels full.
That presence is you.
Where is that presence in your anger?
In your fear?
In your agony?
Does that presence evade you?
Or you it?
Remember who you were when you looked at the stars.
It is all of us.