I’m a contradiction walking.
I’m told that I’m hard, cold, harsh.
I’m a bleeding heart. Fighting for people who won’t try.
I’m told that I mean.
I know that I say things other people don’t want to hear.
Sometimes I say what I need to hear.
The easiest ways, simple, fast and plain.
Euphemisms are for little old ladies in South. I’m not old yet.
I’m really good at looking from the outside in and finding solutions.
She told me I tend everyone else’s gardens so I don’t have to dig up the bones in mine.
She’s right in some ways. I’ve taken lots of weeds out of my yard. From the inside this is so chaotic and haphazard.
There are broken things I want to mend. But the debris of my life overwhelm me. So I just pick things up, examine them and drop them again when the next one catches my eye.
I can’t find the starting point. It’s not for lack of trying, I don’t have the mental endurance.
I quit on myself so much easier than I do on others. I’ll be your champion, slay your demons.
Yet can’t find enough hope in my heart to lift the sword against my own. I’ve mixed metaphors. But the truth is there. I rush in claymore in hand for you. And poke around mine with a garden spade. I feel hopeless, and helpless. Holding back the crushing weight of all of it.
So, I say the things you need to hear verses what you want to hear. I stand back to back, shoulder to shoulder or between you and your demons.
All the while feeding mine fresh blood and pounds of flesh under the table where no one sees.
I’m not foolish enough to think it hidden. Everyone sees me stumbling. They just haven’t noticed yet how much longer it’s taking me to regain my feet.
Holding my tongue, my breath and my tears.
I’m having a hard time swallowing it down today.
Seeing the bigger picture. It’s stupid little shit that’s just crawling around in my head, the build up of bullshit and disappointment.
It’s a thousand times a thousand broken promises. I’m trying to not count all the times I have “made do” and struggled to get by and figured out how to make it.
I’m trying to not hear all the hurtful, hateful echoing on repeat. All the broken promises.
All the time I’ve spent standing up and holding onto this farce of if you just don’t fucking give up.
Head down, put your shoulder into it and keep fucking pushing.
I so damned tired.
“Unstoppable Force Paradox
What is it? Dating back to a 3rd century Chinese philosophical book, Han Feizi, the paradox that we know today as “What happens when an unstoppable force meets and immovable object” was first written down. The author, Han Feizi wrote about a man trying to sell a spear and a shield. When the buyer asked how good his spear was, his response was that his spear could pierce any shield. When asked about how good his shield was, the seller said it could defend from all spear attacks. This immediately raised the question from the buyer, “what would happen if he took the spear and struck the shield?”
Wait, What? Both the immovable object and the unstoppable force (irresistible force) are both implicitly assumed to be indestructible because if they weren’t, then the answer would obviously be “it destroys it.” It is also assumed that both the immovable object and the irresistible force are two separate entities since an irresistible force is implicitly an immovable object, and vice versa. The paradox is that there are such things as irresistible forces and immovable objects; which cannot both be true at the same time. Therefore if an irresistible force exists, logically there can’t be any such thing as an immovable object, and vice versa.” Thomas Castronova, Listical, May 23, 2014.
When Superman was faced with the question, he simply said “they surrender” *
Joker also posed this to Batman, finishing with ” I think you and I are destined to do this forever.”* *
Trust me, no one beats the truth drum harder than the monsters in my head.
Painting by:
* DC Comics, All-Star Superman
** The Dark Knight 2008.