Ours is a nation
of insecurity and arrogance.
Our idols are
false and we know this
(yet we continue
to pursue them as ideals).
We perpetuate a
profoundly deep and damaging existential crisis
as we seek these
impossible (and inhuman) standards:
gods that never
existed
in whose image
we were not created
and with power
they do not have
damn us to
continue in an existence we do not want.
but it is the
only existence we have.
We hold them up,
these golden calves,
though their
enhanced features disappoint our mirrors,
and their
success is but a smelting of our tawdry desires,
of them we are
so proud—
whose can
compare with ours?!
And the
dissonance continues
because we know
that these gods will never be,
and that we will
never be these gods,
that we’ve
placed our meaning in the meaningless.
But we are so
proud.
And we do not
match up.
But we are all
we are.
We fear intimacy
and out of this
fear we bastardize it.
We fear
vulnerability
and out of this
fear we lose our chance to matter.
We fear failure
and out of this
fear we fail—
we fail to try,
we fail to live,
we fail to be
human.
But human is all
we can be.
Let us reject
this insecurity.
Let us reject
this arrogance.
Let us live
to try
to be.
