Conscious stream of thoughts

acid reflections 12/4/25

When we are reminded of death and mortality we are reminded to live, fully. When we truly acknowledge death, we have the opportunity to understand how rich the present is. How can we remember to live in the richness of the present, without waiting for death as a reminder?

Being so alive in our bodies, connected to music, to community, connected to the feeling of being alive not just looking alive, we can understand that the present is a byproduct of acknowledging death. When we are reminded of death, mortality and the fragility of life, we are also reminded to live fully, and boldly. We want to squeeze every last drop of the lemon and some, for them, in honour of them.

It’s only a matter of time before we become so enveloped by life that we forget about the boldness of death. Suddenly we are just purely alive but we are not living.

Life swallows us when we forget how to live.

Feeling alive is free, they tell us it’s not. It’s not a 5am routine or a podcast. It’s not how much you made this year or how busy your schedule is. It’s feeling your body, your lungs breathing air, and your back resting on ground, soil, earth. You don’t need a mediation app, you have trees to stare at, you just don’t have enough discipline to go sit in front of one without anything in your hand or on you at all.

When did we become so obsessed with being told what to do? We all think we’re so progressive but we’re all in order, under order, within order, every day. Why do you need someone to whisper in your ear and coach you through mindful meditation and breathing when you can access that for free all by yourself? The only catch is accountability. Oh, and discipline, sorry - fine print.

When did we lose touch with the fact that we are the resource?

We all laugh at ‘go touch grass’ but have you? When was the last time you took your shoes off and walked for longer than the parameters of your home? It’s not fucking dirty to be barefoot. We weren’t made to wear shoes. We weren’t made to wear clothes. That’s what skin is for, dickheads.

We are the OG wetsuit, and here we are paying for them.

Everyone in line for the therapy chair, so they can say they go to therapy. But have you ever just gone to a safe space, and danced, with your bestie, and centred the entire night around moving your body and let go of what you look like? Your hair doesn’t have to be perfect, your body is designed to sweat, and your outfit doesn’t count when embodied dancing is the outfit. Have you tried socialising and not talking about other people for 2 minutes? Have you tried being intentional about the time you spend when you’re spending it?? Before you go and pathologize yourself into a therapy room and go on to complain about how expensive it is, have you explored every other resource? - you are the resource.