Sunday Vent

The week isn’t long enough to contain me, I am beginning while everything else is ending. How can I explain to myself, the concept of always not knowing in the grand scheme of things? It reminds me of this line in a Outkast song, you can plan a pretty picnic but you can’t predict the weather, Mrs. Jackson. We can plan for the future and be ready for what’s to come, yet there is this element of darkness. It’s not a bad thing, it is only realizing that we are not in full control. 

That is hard to admit and I believe that is what makes us human, our ability to resist truth. 


Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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