Drinking My Own Pee
Jan 7 2023
Was it the Buddha who said
life is suffering?
Not that I feel entitled
to use that word.
After all, shouldn't it be reserved
for victims of torture
dying of thirst?
No one's pulling my fingernails out,
I'm not drinking my own pee.
Who knows what makes this feeling
so hard to bear?
Is it psychological weakness?
Moral failure?
Punishment
for bad behaviour?
Did I somehow offend the gods?
So much better
to share it
unburden oneself.
How the simple act of saying
and even more, being heard
lessens the weight.
But I suffer quietly.
Like an ouroboros, eating its tail,
the oppressive thoughts
circle faster and faster
contained inside my head;
a closed loop
going nowhere,
an echo chamber,
where sound stops making sense.
Does it help to realize
that we all have baggage
everyone's suffering inside?
Because there is no “normal”,
no one has it figured out
no one is exempt.
All of us
keeping up appearances
as best we can.
So I problem solve
and keep my distress to myself,
no help required;
remembering
that life is hard
death worse.
A private man
raised in a culture
of stoicism
manliness
the the stiff upper lip.
Who fancies himself
an intellectual
and tries to think his way out,
tending to the daily tasks
while living in his head.
Who goes quietly,
takes care of business,
and would be mortified to ask.
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