(Source: xoxoacidgirl)
An Urge to Deliberate
I find that the act of imitation plays into our DNA more than we could ever say. Our cells have such a wonderful way about them to keep on multiplying at such a considerable rate. If I imagine what the true components of life are, I can’t think of much - aside from imitation.
Today has certainly been one of those kinds of days. I woke up to my alarm, got dressed and was at work in a flash. Yawning through a dull lunch and brief stint with a few cigarettes, I rushed through buttons on a copy machine and a cash register. The sun was hot and sour; sweat was exchanged at every bus stop, and there was fire in the city. It was ordinary - for the summer.
I managed to share weekend stories with a handful of people throughout the day. I kept thinking about how we used the same words to describe our experiences. ”Awesome.” ”Fun.” ”Drunk.” Imitation certainly seems to keep me entertained.
I had the chance to have a wonderful series of interactions with a large group of gay people in the sun. We were swapping plans over lemonade until the active ones called up a friend to bring by a football for a game. As I rotated out of the role of safety, a conversation came between myself and a stranger. We talked about how we reuse words, letting them manifest as reflections and imitations of previous meanings. Occasionally a new word pops up, but they soon catch onto the tongues of our neighbors. Meanings are even sometimes placed onto combinations of words that we didn’t think about before; that’s what I like to call metaphor. When someone tends to master metaphor (and other methods of assigning meaning), I believe that it is in some way a true glimpse into what life is.
Life is a pale comparison to what our actual potential is. Life is cracked with missing shards; it is the ripple with sand brushing through.
The many callow cells that learn to live and their tired replicas that live to hollow out and become nothing more than casts are fascinating. Genuine. Imitators.
They’re everywhere too.
