WHY?, August 2025
my brain’s favorite trick
is to worry when all is well
she is addicted to the taste of a problem
“all is actually good” is hell
anxiety, they named it
fixing things lifts her mood
creativity, I tamed it
I feed it back as brainfood
I whisper to her
it’s ok
for everything to be ok
which is a lie; but sounds bright
because nothing ever was,
and nothing ever will be ok… right?
but you know how survival works and we all move on
we find a few “ok” moments
plant a flag there
pretend we've won
so, l guess you understood the game, right?
she’s creating problems
if she’s not creating art
I give her beautiful problems to solve
bright knots of color to untangle and evolve
blink
then maybe
just maybe
I can enjoy
things being just ok
no effort
no mind games
no strategic thinking
no actions
no decisions
no movement
just the joy of being there
how hard can it be?
you know nothing…