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OpTricky

Somewhere in the Middle of Nowhere

British Columbia, Canada

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“I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days, before you’ve actually left them.”

If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather.

"Why don't you go off and just love yourself?" ... "If I did that there won't be anything left for anybody else"

We're not doomed. In the grand scheme of things, we're just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten. So it doesn't matter what we did in the past, or how we'll be remembered. The only thing that matters is right now. This moment. This one spectacular moment we are sharing together. . .?

As an overgrown oaf in a coat of exposed bone you are not afloat alone

The past keeps us from the truth and pain of present reality, it was amazing, irrevocable and will always be better than now. Even if your memories are distorted and you just like creating those big fantasies in your head.

Try to see what I see. We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lights are blue. And blue in through the blueness, and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air… and then shining. Burning, bursting through! The stars, can you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and… bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant.

I hate the fact you always feel like you have to be going somewhere, like the end destination is to be finished, or to be happy. But the truth is a lot of us are completely lost, and we don’t know, and that is also a state of mind, to not know who you are and where you’re going.

and Well yeah, I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard

When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
Of the road, turn out the lights, get out, and look up at the sky
And I do this to remind me that I'm really really tiny
In the grand scheme of things and sometimes this terrifies me

"A lot of what makes us who we are is in our subconsious. Human struggle is the result of attempting to address what to us is practically invisible, and perhaps that is why raw expression of emotion so deeply impacts me."