Fuck This Knowledge

If you hear people from my past speak of me. Keep in mind they are speaking of a person they don’t even know any more.

I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do. I learned to suspect that everyone is capable of living a lie. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.

When the mind is at peace, the world too is at peace. Nothing real, nothing absent. Not holding on to reality, not getting stuck in the void, You are neither holy nor wise, just an ordinary fellow who has completed his work.

I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and figuring that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.