Kill Your Idols.
Friday 3rd of May 2019
Writing is the release of bile and other toxins that build up in the blood…
I’ve always steered away from having idols, and honestly thought I was free of such afflictions. Expect everyone to disappoint is the motto. But there are some people, writers, musicians, philosophers, that have crept in, that have become the patron saints of dreams that die in the mouth, and I unknowingly, found myself expecting more from them, expecting better. That was a long, run on sentence.
From certain people whose work I admire, I found that have expected nothing more from then than to know better, which apparently, has been too much. Must everyone be children? Just one, sentient, understanding, adult, human would be nice.
No idols, no love, no adoration, no respect. That’s the way, At least until people wake up.
Writing is a drug isn’t it? It’s not pleasant, it’s not entirely healthy, and it has an addictive power, an agency that comforts and splinters you apart. You need more of it to feel better, but less of it or it will kill you.
Do what you love, do what you enjoy. But it’s not that. It’s do what you need, do what will…
All of this is random, random, unconnected thoughts, and that’s fine. It’s all fine.
I keep seeing this symbol today, anyway…
How would I rewrite the world if I could? What would I want to make people see? Would I create a beautiful version of reality where the artists we love reveal themselves to be saints, not hateful, flawed humans? Or would I keep reality as is to show people what they really are?
I’m angry, I’m disappointed. Our idols only have one job, to not be like everyone else. But, I suppose, they’re entitled to be human, that’s there right.
Repeat after me: “The world is ours and it owes us everything. It’s time to kill our idols and believe in ourselves” (not literally, not promoting murder here.) I used to think I had to be worthy of the world, but I don’t. It has to be worthy of me.
‘The Murder of Miss O’ a book I wrote about a bunch of people to not look up to.
