Spirit Sucking
The Artist D
This morning I was reminded that spirit exists. I took a long weekend from everything and did my damndest to forget about day to day affairs. It’s not easy to unplug from everyday life. It’s also not easy to unplug from the Internet when everyday life is now part of the Internet (or some kind of digital device). This morning was the end of that three day step back and I felt a touch of revitalization. I was suddenly happy to wake up and get back on track. I was pretty happy about things even though I was heading back into the world I just disconnected from.
The reason for such happiness was because I felt like me again. I felt a little stronger and a little more self aware. At times like these I can’t begin to imagine how devoured most people are by everyday life and society. I’m supposed to be somewhat enlightened to these facts and find plenty of time in which I let my spirit shine; yet I’m overtaken just as much as anybody. If I’m beaten down by the doldrums of the American life then what kind of luck does anybody else have?
Spirit isn’t a spiritual thing. It’s not religion for me and it doesn’t need to be religion for you. It’s finding one firm foothold on who you are and what you’re doing. With the more our world becomes unpluggable that foothold may be harder to find than we realize. I was reminded of that when I went back into the world this morning.
It’s amazing what three days away from the stupidity of life’s pointless commitments will do and it’s amazing what three minutes back will undo. Within moments of heading back into the world I was angry at people again and feeling burdened by the things we have to do in this society of theirs. I could quickly feel the spirit I had discovered being covered by layer after layer of manure.
How can we preserve the spirit of our true selves when the world so easily tramples on it? This is not a flame that can easily be kept burning all alone, it needs our constant attention. Throughout my crappy day I did my best to make it not so crappy. The key ingredient was remembering who I was even when caught in yet another manure storm of distraction.
That’s always been my best defense about what’s going on “out there.” I have to firmly hold on to who I knew I was when I didn’t have anything else trying to rewrite my spirit’s code. It’s not easy but I’d recommend it as the way to save whatever you may call your soul. Unplug, unwind and force yourself into that place where you can see yourself in your own mind’s mirror. Then hold that picture tightly the minute times get tough … which will most likely be three minutes after you come down from the mountaintop.
Hold onto your personal visions tightly and learn to fight for them as you would fight for your life. It is your life, after all.
Category: Transgender Body & Soul
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The Artist D is a true raconteur and provocateur! He has been performing online since the mid 1990s. A relic from the cam show age before MySpace was any space. Author of In Bed with Myself, an autobiographical tale of transgenderism and Internet celebrity. Executive Editor of Fourculture Magazine and host of the Kawfeehaus podcast.Subscribe
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