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DON’T PANIC : 1 ‘Dedicated to the ones I love’ To you, The Mother, Who, at 18 or so, was forced to give birth to a Child that you did not ask for, and if truly their Mothers Child, will eventually conclude that they did not ask to be born either. But was so deeply in love, or at least similar enough to it, according to the Movies. That you couldn’t process the subconscious misery, and in a hail mary state of survival, reprogrammed into a maternal roleplayer at the exact moment of your Child’s birth. (At which point one can only hope that love at first sight extends past hormonal spontaneity.) Who, though sure that what they felt was unconditional love, and so tried their best, left a Child to cry. Because “Tough luck, it happens to the best of us…” and somehow, even though the general dogma is that : “It doesn't feel good to hurt” everyone has kept it going, so why should you have to be the one to ruin everybody’s good time? (Anyways, that’d be rude, to go and exclude everyone from viable solutions.) Who, deserves the freedom of self discovery, as I know you’d give to everyone else if you could. But unfortunately is so unclear on where the boundaries of true freedom lies, that you wouldn’t even know where to start looking. (I could be wrong, but I would say it starts within, but only after determining that freedom has no walls, and probably no ceiling either.) Who, might just enjoy all the whips and chains, but doesn’t want to be the first to say “Hey, maybe it’s not so bad…” Or might never want to see a cage, and would much prefer to discover a new sense of womanhood. (Maybe no womanhood at all.) Who, may find themselves to have more in common with the late, famous russian ballet dancer ; Maya Piletskaya* than one might think, or find themselves to be a little more agreeable to whichever conservative newswoman speaks on their local news TV channel. Who, can look back on their life and say “It might not have been perfect, but I tried my best…:’’ To you, The Father, Who could not distinguish the lines of illusory between hate and passion, pain and love, trauma and growth. Who confused their subjective moral codex, with a factual view on reality, and thus truly believed that “It hurts me, more than it hurts you…” everytime you struck a fist at someone, who I no doubt believed that you loved, but were unfortunately unaware of how or why you loved. Who, sorry to say, was in no more pain than anyone else, you’re only in as much pain as you feel, and that’s strictly relative to the beholder. (Should there ever be anything that can be seen as universally true.) Who, truly, I understand the hardships and torment you might feel, but you don’t have to blame yourself for whatever you’ve had to overcome, and you really don’t have right enough to measure a fish’s ability to climb a tree anyways. Who, maybe in those quiet moments just needs someone to say “it’s ok, it’s all gonna be fine…” in which case, if I could grant you divine eyes, in a fashion similar to that of when Prince Arjuna was granted, by the Lord Krishna as he saw Krishna’s incomprehensible true form of vishnu speaking “ I AM BECOME DEATH” I would utter the words of divine truth to you and say “it’s ok, and everythings gonna be fine.” To you, Who, looks at the world with violent eyes, and finds nothing redeemable; not even slightly commendable in humanity. Whether at the moment in front of them, or at any given point in history. Who, finds no rhyme nor reason, no logical explanation, no truthful meaning, or any point in living. Who, feels selfish enough probably without realizing, to think that in hyper-individuality, might have heard, seen, felt, or thought up something so unique; Something so incredibly profound and objectively true, that it propels you hundreds of miles into space onto a spot just slightly above the earth, that you can look down on it and say to yourself “No.” Who beckons for a sign. Who begs for a moment of reprieve. Who draws similarities to themselves and Atlas, positioning themselves to carry the World’s burdens. Who self-proclaims to be the only one correct. (Which will always be subjective in its definition.) Who portrays themselves like a Prophet in plain clothes, a real modern day Buddha like a truly unaware communo-narcissist. (A term told to me by a sweet woman named Elaine, who I met at a bakery, that felt important and possibly oblivious to the irony enough, to ask me just the right questions to be able to talk about herself for 3 hours or so. I forgive you Elaine, I know you mean well.) Who, is just slightly scared or confused enough, that the consequences of projecting a subjective reality into the world and painting it as dogma, are not intentional, maybe even unrealized, and so is deserved kindness and compassion, even if we all were to agree, that they may have taken that whole “You NEED me on that wall” thing a little too far. After all, Don’t we all admire the good of the Buddha? Don’t we all wish to be wise like the Prophets? Don’t we all feel Sonder? Who wouldn’t like a little pat on the back every now and then? (if no one wanted a participation trophy, we wouldn’t make them.) I offer some words, I hope they bring you peace. An advice that I would have to agree with Arthur C. Clark as he once described it as “The single greatest piece of advice ever given to Humanity.” DON’T PANIC. Don’t Panic, For you are not alone in your misery. Don’t Panic, For you are not alone in your joy. Don’t Panic, For you are not abnormal, you are just you. Don’t Panic, For there is little difference between how you perceive yourself and how others perceive you. Don’t Panic, For no matter how much it might seem so, nothing is personal. Don’t Panic, For you are moving through a world where everything is possible, and nothing is beyond you. Don’t Panic, For everyone gets a little scared. Don’t Panic, For if you were to swallow your pride, you would not die, it’s not poison. Don’t Panic, For the opinions of others can not hurt you, or your God. Don’t Panic, For life is not as complicated a machine as you might think. Don’t Panic, For life is a machine more complicated than you could ever think. Don’t Panic, For there is always a solution, simple or not. Don’t Panic, For the mail will not come on Sundays. Don’t Panic, For it can be worse, but it can always be better. Don’t Panic, For if the bombs drop, there isnt much we could do to stop it. Don’t Panic, For no one gets out alive. Don’t Panic, For no one knows how to make love stay. Don’t Panic, For in heartbreak or in death, you’ve made the pain of existence worthwhile to Someone. Don’t Panic, For we’re all trying our best. Don’t Panic, For there may never be a great eureka. Don’t Panic, For the great cosmic horror may not come. Don’t Panic, For it’s never too late to change the world. Don’t Panic, For there is still youth in the world, and so there is a future. Don’t Panic, For we do not have to agree. Don’t Panic, For even those words are not out to hurt you. Don’t Panic, For I will be there if you need me. Don’t Panic, For there are some who will always try. Don’t Panic, For there will be silence, but first comes noise. Don’t Panic, For you are an individual, and your life is yours to experience. Don’t Panic, For I am here on the earth with you. Don’t Panic, For I will find you in the next life, and I'll say then what I say now. Don’t Panic, For no matter how things may seem, no matter how cruel and cold, the absurd and indifferent meaningless of life can be, no matter how long or lonely, I love you, and I will love you till the end of time. Don’t Panic, For everything will be ok.