11-15-18
There’s a moment when one is in frustrated turmoil, a moment where you know how close to your edge you actually are. Then out of nowhere, there’s some slight tug…it’s pulling you back from that cliff. Whether it’s intuition, logic, your conscious mind, or maybe your guardian angel, this force that acts as your saving grace is only as good as you entrust into it.
Sometimes moments of frustration feel like something much more profound than sheer frustration. It can feel like it’s the end of the world; not your world—the world. The compounding stress of normal everyday existence with this newly arrived breaking point tests the most endured and solemn individuals. If we don’t remember our own strength in resilience its easy to slip into that negative feedback loop or shut-off completely and truly enter the “coma capital,” slowly losing all drive to get ourselves out.
I’ve been trying to sit with a few concepts lately; two seem to have risen, and though at first there didn’t seem to be much connection it’s been helping to keep things in perspective. The first is stemmed off the Native American philosophy of Seven Generation Sustainability. This is credited to the Iroquois; they would make decisions with the next seven generations in mind. The concept as it was presented to me however also included in remembering the seven generations that precede us. When charged with a difficult decision or faced with insurmountable odds to remember you are held by your ancestors going at least seven generations back, and that your strength is required for the seven generations ahead. To feel a reverberating impact throughout one’s own timeline helps alleviate those feelings of isolation and helps place one’s frustrations into perspective.
The second thought is known as the 10-10-10 rule. Will it matter in 10 days? Will it matter in 10 months? Will it matter in 10 years? Sometimes the stress of a moment can feel more daunting because we are too caught up in the center of our frustrations that we lose perspective. Things happen, sometimes deadlines aren’t met, or we miss the mark on something important, but rooting ourselves in that frustrated feeling of loss will not help. Placing your conflicts in these lens will help evaluate what is really worth your time and energy.
To avoid those pits of frustration, it’s imperative to remember that we are obligated to ourselves to find our own “beauty in the bassline.” Whatever it is that propels you to be your best self, that’s something we much strive for. Excellence is different for every single person. Being your best self in this moment may not have been your best self yesterday, but if it is your best self in this moment, that’s what you need to strive for.
So where does this leave us? Ultimately we must “trust in us.” We must remember that we are the byproduct of millions of years of intense evolutionary advancement. We are the composites of all our ancestors greatest, and worst deeds. We hold so much potential, but first we must “trust in us.”
Lyrics:
[P.O.S.]
I’m trying not to slip, been trying not to lose footing
Loose land keeps that pressure on my kicks
But when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks
Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment
Like fuck your skin, nobody needs it
There’s bones, muscle and blood, what’s realer than fat and tendons?
It’s raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it
So far flesh ain’t the truest at all, let’s rip into it
We all sick of the missed shots
Passed over like the last man picked, no team, so pissed off
That’s not honesty, that’s just soft curves
Got your world flipped, got you making mixtapes for girls
And that’s the skin again, let’s blame the skin again
Stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments
And I didn’t shave today, I probably won’t tomorrow
When it’s safe to say I’m never gonna shed these extra… yeah so
[Hook 1]
Fuck it, back to the wall
Crush it, laugh at ’em all
Hush, let ’em try to find the beauty in your face
Yeah, something more than a song
Hating? Aww come on
Dust, let ’em try to find the beauty in the bass line
[Hook 2] {2X}
Aww, but when the words don’t change
We don’t sing with what will fade away
Yeah, we do our own damn thing
We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all
[P.O.S.]
In us we trust, no rush for bucks
No sweat, just enough, them words from love
No hits, I let the track stand
Like how it was written is how it hit me
Or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies
A rogue wild kid with a stroll that let it roll like whatever
Huh… they kick that gingivitis, them rappers got the itis
Catch me bumping Isis in a crisis
Instead of watching y’all count and lead sheep at the same time
What’s the science of that?
I know that [shit] is sweet, but where the movement is at?
We in that coma capital, spotless home team
With hands steadily purexed but never quite clean
Bloody as hell, rarely will I care… for that haha
I don’t know man… me and Joe like real shit
[Hook 1]
Fuck it, back to the wall
Crush it, laugh at ’em all
Hush, let ’em try to find the beauty in your face
Yeah, something more than a song
Hating? Aww come on
Dust, let ’em try to find the beauty in the bass line
[Hook 2]
Aww, but when the words don’t change
We don’t sing with what will fade away
Yeah, we do our own damn thing
We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all
[Hook 1]
Fuck it, back to the wall
Crush it, laugh at ’em all
Hush, let ’em try to find the beauty in your face
Yeah, something more than a song
Hating? Aww come on
Dust, let ’em try to find the beauty in the bass line
[Hook 2]
Aww, but when the words don’t change
We don’t sing with what will fade away
Yeah, we do our own damn thing
We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all