Slab Life

Some of us just want to live. Some of us just want to live. Some of us want to be out of control. Feel every emotion, be off balance, and be human. Human. All human. Down to the very last scream till our voices have run out.
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If all goes to shit I can always move to Slab City.  At least here, I feel alive. 
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When the most harmful place you’ve been is your own family and home, the unknown becomes the safest place to be.
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The noise of society is replaced by a styrofoam cup scraping the ground as the wind pushes it around.
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I feel so free. I don’t even think about picking up the trash strewn about. It’s fucking everywhere. I’m not above it or below it. I’ve become one with the trash. And I still feel alive.
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The thought of never having to celebrate another ridiculous damn holiday again crosses my mind, and now I feel like celebrating.
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I’m not sure where this extra feeling of liberation comes from? Why would it be any different here than being in the wilderness with the fullest range of freedom possible? Perhaps it’s some leftover teenage angst still trapped inside me that I feel is finally getting heard and appreciated. Perhaps the human spirit is so alive here, so free here, and that is what I miss from being in the wild.
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The feeling of being alive is not at all a feeling of being enlightened. It’s not at all near perfection or striving for it. It’s just being. It’s whatever the fuck you feel like in the moment and experiencing it to the fullest...or not. When I feel most alive I feel all the rules and expectations from every other direction including my own...gone. I am free to just live. And living is the full range of emotions, experiences, and the world and my mind is limitless and bounding. 
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And there’s nobody in my ear saying, “Don’t do that.”

Thoughts from Slab City



 

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