A Message To Myself – Roo Panes

You.

You’re about courage.
You’re about growth.
You’re about love.

You’re about kindness.
You’re about a not-so-special DNA-ed humbleness.
More importantly, you’re about the work of art you paint over yourself, over and over again throughout your life; all too frequently changing; ever flowing and a never ending work in progress until one day your life’s finally finally over.

 

Heedless.
You’re not your dumb smartphone who’s been mocking at your stupidity for your urge to digest plastic emotions and pleasure it propounds verily.
You’re not one fucked aftermath of countless judgments, unsolicited advises, desperation for validations and approvals from paper people with tasteless ground.
You’re not these painstakingly filtered photographs of yourself, most of them shamelessly oblivious to the reality of stacks and stacks of boredom, inevitable despair and everyday struggle.
More importantly, you’re not a lost soul you think you are, lest you should be proud of your fight and blissful of your fleeting existence despite lingering death in the moment, in any moment.

 

Be mindful.
You’re these beautiful songs you listen to in a loop, the songs you hummmm… with all your heart,
You’re a living and a dying star my friend, who around life’s confined ebb is a wild, free boat.

Convulated. Confident. They will finger point your ass with as many nouns, verbs, adjectives…
You are probably anybody they want to see you to be.
But, your identity is a naked simple dear, you’re the sperm meeting the egg;
your worth — the words you weigh before you wear, before you speak,
your true worth — the fire you burn, the actions you make.

To the nutshell, and for one good last time,
scratch your own itch, you!
Ask, not who you are or who they think you are.
Ask, who you want to become.

p.s. Don’t forget, you are going to die.