life is just death
in a different container
life is just death
in a different container
With my recent interest on the relationship between life and death,
I’ve had the good chance to bump into the Japanese tradition of Kanreki.
From how I understand it,
Kanreki is a symbolic rebirth celebrated when you turn 60.
Perhaps my musical and personal journey is gearing me up for that rebirth?
When I think in this scope, I feel so relaxed. The anxiety to rush ahead is gone.
I’m so young, and there is so much time to embrace until I am born again!
And then once I am reborn, what will I do?
So many possibilities!
But perhaps I am being too naive.
Can an old dog really learn new tricks?
Can an old dog learn new tricks?
^ This is a terrible way to frame the question, grounded in prejudice and self-loathing.
An old dog.
What a terrible way to see yourself. What a terrible way to see others.
Where is this coming from?
What importance does age have in this case?
Why does it seem like we are always putting young age and old age in opposition?
Why when I look up the antonym of youth, the majority of words have such negative connotations?
I hope if I found this after 60, that I would still realize how arbitrary the number is.
It could be 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, etc.
There are a few people in my life who seek a rebirth,
but it doesn’t appear they think of it in those terms.
However you think about it though, rebirth is always available,
and I hope they realize that.
Though, to be fair,
easier said than done.
I have others yet in my life who think
rebirth should never be an option.
You make a choice and live with the consequences.
No change.
Ever.
How fucking sad :(
Without change we’re already death.
Not a natural death, which I feel is actually very dynamic and alive.
But a manmade death, which often starts rotting in our brains prior to natural death,
and makes us foolishly fear the thing we already are, or fear we will become.
Gosh I feel so stupid — so, here’s to stupidity!
And here’s to Kanreki!
Even though I think it’s better to celebrate a sort of Kanreki everyday,
I am nonetheless very excited for what my 60th will bring :)
I’ve had death on the mind.
Maybe someday I’ll fear it uncontrollably like a normal person,
but I’m fairly gucci with that ambiguously non-ambiguous finale to our lives!
I’d like to focus on death in a positive sense by framing it in more floral imagery,
or maybe more contradictory imagery? IDK but I’ll figure something out.
Lately I just can’t shake the feeling that death should be as beautiful as birth,
but maybe I’m wrong?
We’ll see!
But I’m pretty excited to see how it turns out.
I’ll put some pictures here eventually.
Author’s note:
Holy smokes!
I’ve been writing again, and I didn’t even need a smart phone notification.
And what I’m writing is coming from within my own head — neat!
Author’s note 2:
The thing that concerns me most frequently about dying
is that I could unexpectedly leave someone with a traumatic mess,
so here’s to a quick cleanup!
Dang, bro!
Feeling pretty proud of myself for getting some things done.
I’m not sure what’s different, in fact, I didn’t even practice any music last week,
but I’m feeling positively optimistic.
Maybe I’m just getting better at setting priorities?
I'm not sure, part is even a bit skeptical about how I’m feeling.
Shouldn’t I be more frustrated and anxious given how I spent last week?
Hmm.
You know what, I think it might have to do with creating things.
I put it off, and sitting with idle creativity can be a real schore
Even though I’m sure everything artistic I did this past week is absolutely awful
^ That’s 100% how I would have felt before before about making things.
^And likely why that creativity was sitting in the noggin for so long.
Hmm.
I’m seeing a pattern:t you just do, and be present for the doing.
The “result” is the process and how it makes you feel throughout
Whereas putting the result in the end product has been a huge mistake!
we
are not
afraid of AI
we’re afraid of not being able
to survive off the things
that we find beautiful,
which AI is stealing
so that it can steal
the survival those
things provided
us
If life can be worse than death,
so much so that some people volunteer to die,
is death never worse than life,
since no one who made that choice,
(or had death chosen for them)
has ever come back from it?
Author’s note:
I’m not feeling suicidal in the slightest.
But the more I think about death,
the less I fear it.
I think the first few times you really sit in the idea of death,
it can be overwhelming.
But like with all great things,
it can be a bad idea to rush into it too fast.
Especially since I only see death villainized:
when we sit with our thoughts of death,
thoughts we’ve been told to ignore,
run in fear of, hold prejudice against,
to arm ourselves with every supplement
that Amazon could possibly sell you
in the fleeting hope of escaping it,
we are more rude to death
than death would ever be to us.
And probably it’s not even death we’re fearing,
it’s the people like us who might fling it upon us
in the cruelest ways we can imagine.
At this moment,
I believe I was born from death.
And I will die into death.
I’m not even sure how different this
‘life’ is from ‘death’.
Hmm, who knows!
I do know, that death scares me less than it did yesterday.
And the more I think about it, the more ready I am
for its assured embrace.
Sometimes my ideas feel very heavy,
like I could never lift them.
The longer they sit in my head,
the more burdensome they become.
But if I can get any kind of motion behind an idea,
it immediately feels lighter.
An idea in motion eventually turns into creation.
And a creation, regardless the quality,
feels so dang good.
Today was the most productive weekend I can remember. Like dang. I really managed my time quite well and did a great job sticking to the top priorities on the list. deep sigh filled with satisfaction
I wonder if I can do it again.
Challenge accepted.
For quite a while I’ve felt like my stream/stream overlay didn’t really capture any of who I was, which is something I’ve wanted to work on since I don’t interact with the stream at all while I’m practicing music. So I’ve been cleaning it up and adding some informative things here and there, but mostly memes lol.
Anyways, I came up with a record player template to share some of my favorite moments in film, and while adding the ending to Perfect Days to that template, I was at first glimpse a bit disappointed with how it turned out and thought about deleting it. I thought the record player kinda made the lead character look like a clown, was unflattering and didn’t compliment the scene.
But then I realized, he is a clown to many people, maybe even most. He’s a clown for living his life simply and passionately, that is, how he wants to live it. Even with some people I’m very close to, I know they see me as a clown when it comes to my goals and passions. And before settling on music, my direction prior to that was clownish, and if I chose anything else besides music, I’m sure it would be perceived that way as well.
It seems that when you want to live your life how you want to live it, there can be a strong, usually negative and sometimes forcefully so, reaction to that.
It’s a bit late, and this writing is feeling more and more like procrastination. I’ll finish by saying I’m glad I didn’t delete the Perfect Days scene, and I’m very happy with how that added layer of subtext worked its way in!
So I’ve done this once before, I wrote something along the lines of “Hey! I haven’t been writing, but I will be!”
And then I disappeared for 2 or so years.
Well. Here we go. I’m back! Well, I think I might actually be back.
I’ve come to the realization that a big problem I have with my off-time is not planning how to spend it.
It almost seems counter-intuitive (at least for myself).
In my head, the internal dialogue is roughly, “This isn’t right! Planning is for Monday - Friday! We plan from first wink to last. We go non stop and planning means you’re working!”
Alas, my foolish friend who is also myself, planning is what keeps you moving for business AND pleasure!
It’s not one or the other! You plan a vacation. You plan your weekend. You plan time with friends and family.
You plan how you will pursue your off-time. Otherwise you fall into “maybe this”, “distracted by that”,
“maybe we can ____ this weekend/month/year” etc. and so on.
It’s a recipe to the most dreaded symptom in life: regret.
Here’s to planning!
Okay, so I am still not journaling yet… I really want to, I do!
Okay. I am going to set up the next few days to help prep to journal on Sunday.
Okay!
It has been a hefty minute. The last time I posted was a while ago in what I’m referring to as Music Education Attempt #2.
I am currently in Attempt #3. Feeling good about it and happy to be here!
That’s pretty much all I have to say tonight. I needed to post something to get back into this groove.
Expressing yourself in positive ways is good for the soul and I’d like to find myself back in front of the typewriter soon.