This is a bit of a cheat post, as I’m cobbling together photos from the last week and a bit to create something like a mood board for my current state of being.

These days are full of necessary action. I work four jobs, therefore, I work those jobs. I have to eat to have energy, therefore, I eat. I have to sleep in order to work, therefore, I sleep.

Necessity is one of those forces so wonderfully perverse. It has an unstoppable motivational power, but it is also such a greedy, demanding thing. Necessity doesn’t stop until you’ve laid everything at the altar.

I guess the trick around all of this is to try to reimagine most of what we conceive as necessary into something else. There are many nuances to this process, but I think the interrogation is the fruitful bit. Having to spend time mulling over my pursuits, my actions, my decisions in the light of whether or not I really have to makes me more conscious about how I am living each day.

Some days, it is necessary that I have a cup of tea. Other days it is necessary that I save those dollars for a dream.

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How I like these days; this see-sawing of my brain and my heart on an unknown future. I really want to embrace every year of my budding adulthood, even in all its precious naive confusion. I relish the painful process of learning how to pace myself for what life has to offer.

One day I will look back, and figure that everything that did happen was necessary, since the person I am then cannot escape being the precise result of all those things.

I feel like I might have just talked myself into a circle.
Hm.

Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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