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Poeticartifacts: Warning: Rant.

poeticartifacts:

You are only stuck somewhere if you want to be. There will be thousands of excuses for you to sit in a miserable hole with other miserable souls who have shared so much time and misery with you that you feel they are magnets, and you’re made of metal. Leaving them for your own greener pastures that would not be for them will indeed raise their discontent for you. If they are really your people, they will be sad but understand. They will support you and want you to grow, to do things, to be free. If not, then they are just a bunch of codependent leeches that validate their own bullshit existence through you. FUCK THAT. Get what you can while you got the chance. Dont know what that is exactly yet? yea, join the club. but if you know that where you are isn’t it, do something. dont get caught up in that rut so that 15 years from now you’re still sitting there, maybe have some kids, maybe be in yet another shitty job that exists soley for you to make ends meet as you slowly strangle any dreams that may have once glimmered in your eyes when you used to talk of the future. I’ve seen my parents do this. But unlike most, they have real love, and a great relationship that can validate where they are, but is still no excuse for their diminished enthusiasm for life outside of that daily rut.

I want to shake people, to figure out what mental blocks they have surrounded themselves with, and show them that is only in their head. you can do whatever the fuck you want…………….. so stop feeling obligated to this unhappiness. it’s unattractive on you.

Posted 10 months ago — 22 notes

Breaking up with an author.

I would never say I have ‘grown out’ of an author, but i am having difficulty finding a word that better suits at his point. And i don’t mean ‘grown out’ like an origin, the fundamental influence that your practical and theoretical views branch off of. I mean like a pair of pants on a thirteen year old grown out of. On that note, i have grown out of Jack Kerouac. He is a major influence for a part of my life, my writing reflected it, and my quest for knowledge/life was fueled by it. These days that quest still happens, just in different ways, inspired by different authors. I seem to find Kerouac’s writing not nearly as pleasing as I used to, while others in his circle still read beautifully for me. Gary Snider, Diane DiPrima, Paul Bowles, these are the authors that held up through the myriad changes of self i have gone through. So i would like to say thank you to Jack Kerouac, but we won’t be seeing each other anymore.

- TJ Natole.

Posted 1 year ago — 10 notes