Thursday, January 1, 2026
To be, or not to be…
For those who question this, may experience a longing for relief. They may suffer through nights under concrete blankets and awaken to a world of weighted breaths. And for them, they exhale their bellowing breaths, choosing to stay in hopes of one returning in solace.
En route to such joy is paralyzing, in mind and body. So, they choose a vice to ease their suffering steps. They’ll conspicuously consume, numbing yet soothed. How else to endure such agony—and much misery?
When no reward is promised or seen, what’s the meaning or silver lining? Is it worthwhile? Is it worth being?
I suggest we conclude this experience with an aged line of thought from a sonnet by Lord Gucci Mane: when asked about his previous geeked state of mind, rolling adventures, or trapping extracurriculars, he responded, “Bitch, I might be…”
-Budd
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