14.05.2024
you want to fight until you fall
you want to stand
until your feet form roots in the ground
until you sense the deep waters below
you want to swoop down
catch the fish in your beak
you want to demolish every wall
every door
that stands in the way
you want to rip the air with the knife
but all you can do is to sit
sit at your desk
tapping some keys
the dance of the fingers
trying
trying
just one little poke at the world
just one little push
you are not standing
I can get up early in the mornings again. It has been a week. It took me eight months to get here – that’s how long the journey to recovery took.
Psychologists can’t define what resilience is. It is me. No matter how shit things get, I bounce back. The Tiger stays alive, angry and hungry. Because he has cubs to give, produce and raise, so that The Tiger can live again in the future through them. Loyalty to the dawn of time and the origins of what is now called India dictate the resilience of The Tiger. Love for The Tiger dictates the life of The Tiger. For love, you would burn in hell for the thing or the one that you love. Without a moment’s hesitation.
Do you want to know what it looks like to be sick in the disappointment of love and the suffering of death? It wrecks your body. It wrecks your mind. This is what I looked like when I had my long illness:
And yet, here I am. Full of energy and power. Because I have self-respect, love for us as a people, strength and the ability to overcome suffering and transcend death. I have been raised in the religions of power.
And there is still the mission. When he was dying, Nelson said ‘Thank God I have done my duty’. The mission is still there before me.
And? Helen is still in my life. Girl 3 is still in my life. While they are in my life, there is still the hope. I am watching and waiting. I haven’t forgotten. I don’t forget. They are women. They change their minds. They can be won over. Soft water on a hard stone, drop by drop. Patience. Carefully, carefully. There is a chink in the armour. She reads this diary every night. Her mind is open to me.
Leander swam to Hero every night across the Hellespont so that he could love her. And Leander knows that Hero is the priestess of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. She worships love.