will be will be

there are times, a lot of times, when we feel the world is not nice, and so we in turn become not nice. why be proper, why be pleasant, why be nice, when we get nothing similar in return. they say, "don't be nice." we say, "who's saying we're nice. bullshit our asses."

and part of this whole un--niceness and bullshit, we become cowards, even to the point that we hide our individual selves under under the collective "us", "we", when in fact all we really know it's just the "i", the "me", who cowers in the un-niceties and bullshit that the "i", the "me", perceives the world to give.

and part of the cowardice is to digress from, and distract the "they", the "them", from the "i", the "we", and the main concern about niceties and bullshit. even divert the issue of the "you" to an escapist third person the "she", the "he", the "him", the "her", the "they", the "them".

and the negativities take their toll on creativity, productivity, and direction.


but who can say what life or the world may bring... we may have to take life or the world as it comes. however tough it may get, it can't be helped. the un-niceties, the bullshit, as hard or as dirty they may come, they come and they can't be helped but to take them in and overcome them. to boil the negative energy to steam, we might as well take life as it is, take them as they are, whatever will be will be. we get through them, not necessarily copping out in cowardice. we face what the world blows on us, what life has in store for us. que sera sera, they say. (yamadas) such is a lesson in... of life.


in the same way, enemies are limitless in space. we cannot possibly overcome all our enemies. but overcoming what creates enemies, if one can overcome hatred perhaps, this can be equal to overcoming all enemies. if a problem can be solved, why be unhappy? and if it cannot be solved, what is the use of being unhappy? (phorpa)






so i hide behind a gabi leaf, peering through the holes on what i believe to be the gabi's eyes. and i see the world changed... life changed... as it seemed to have grown smaller, and more focused. as the world i want and see the world to be.

the world, life, the "i", the "you", the "him" or "her", even the "they", everything becomes relevant, hard, nice, beautiful, auspicious, negative, steam, powerful, even bullshit. depends on which eyes we look through. and from the gabi's eyes, i saw buson writing...

the ocean in spring,
the gentle rolling of the waves,
all day long.