conversations in ithaca
january - april 2017
You’d think that knowing how to feel your emotions would be built into the software of being a human, but that’s not how it goes for some people. Some people run away from frustration, as far as they can go, and hope it doesn’t follow them, or that if it does, it can’t find them hiding in the cold craggy mountains.
Some people build a wall around their heart and then try to forget about it. Behind that wall, that heart is hungry, but that’s easy enough to ignore. Besides, a hungry heart hurts less than a broken one.
Some people just want to give love without receiving it, because they don’t know how to extend that love to themselves, because they feel like they don’t deserve it. Some people are so separate from their own emotions that they start to wonder, who am I?
I mean, really, who the fuck am I?
You can function remarkably well like this. I did, and I do, and I probably will. (We’re all just works in progress, aren’t we?) But for awhile, I lived in a special place called Ithaca, where I learned that it’s enough just to be. And to be is to accept. And to accept is to love.
