The inability to articulate emotions results in violence. Because eventually these unsaid things must come out. And when they have been held in so long, they can only explode from the accumulated pressure. And all it was was one simple, uncomplicated thing in the beginning. All that had to be done was to string it into a sentence of words, to encircle the meaning, and to curl this message around the flying foot of a breath, into another’s listening senses, to be understood. For the message to be broken down, rearranged, responded to. And your embedded emotion has thus been realized, been carried into the world, and a little piece of you is in everything, for a little while, until you must speak again. Breathing flame into hollow forms.
Speak what you feel. Write what you feel. Play what you feel. Dance what you feel. Move what you feel.
Let it go. Let it go before you grow desperate, detached, disassociated from yourself. Let it out while you still can feel it, still relate to it, still know it as true.
There is a balance, of course. You can’t just be an unfiltered mouthpiece to the sky, like a schizo on the street, without barrier to the waves and currents of consumer culture. You’ve got to hold it within you, personalized, until a bubbled world has formed, and is ready to be released, glistening with the sun. When you feel it within you, and you know that it is ready to go into the world, to become everyone else’s. Given as a gift. To grow apart from you, a call to be responded and transmutated to, into something new, relational to other perspectives, other worlds, other words, other inner bubbled formations that will reflect anew light.
This is serious. Deadly serious, this struggle to relate yourself to the world. While our nation’s administrative bureaucratic buffoons cut funding from schools, arts, music and add budgetary allocations to weapons technology. While corporations study how to influence our impulses. While lonely, desperate, disconnected youths contemplate suicide and murder.
This task we take upon ourselves, to talk to each other, to explore what we feel, to sit down and write, to meditate, to study ourselves—the fate of the world rests upon our shoulders. The future of humanity resides within this forum of inner contemplation. This is how important it is to find a positive, thoughtful release. Because when it just sits and foments within, it builds into something sinister. It becomes demonic, these unreleased emotions and lonely logics. It becomes so silly, so overblown, so hideously distorted, all stemming simply from the moment when you suppressed your own feelings, your own thoughts, your own words. Because you thought the world would not understand. Because you could not understand. Because you had not yet found a medium of release, of expression. When all along, it resides within you. Around you. Is you. Your hands. Your lips. Your eyes. Your body. You are capable of expressing divinity in every action, every movement, every word penned, every harmonic connection formed between fingers and heart, between body and mind, between outer and inner.
This transgression of barriers, the slipping across of boundaries, these subtle shifts and exchanges of your everyday interactions within the world—this is what determines what is. What can be. What will be. Think about that. Then talk about it.