Soul Diary Entry.

I do not seek happiness.

Happiness is a kick — a high — a distraction.

Like that stray golden leaf you follow

As it kites itself into a dark cavern

Guiding you to nothing but a dead-end; 

The only way forward?

Out. From whence you came.

No, instead, I seek joy. Hard won, born of self-fulfillment

Sustained of my own volition and will power;

Untethered from anyone; tempered from within,

From within this vessel we call a body,

A body, that houses my soul,

My soul, in a body, I can truly call home.

– O.D. ©2021

Art by: AngelGanev

Hope only means something to me when it’s real. When I wholeheartedly believe in it. Not when it comes from sourcing platitudes. I need to feel hopeful to write hopeful poetry; otherwise what am I doing? Lying. At least that’s what it means to me.

I write what I feel. And most of the time I feel like sh*t and that’s what I write. The up-side is you’ll know when I write something “good” I’ll genuinely be feeling that way. I know many people want to come on WP and read things that make them feel better. The good news is I never took the mantle to do that, only to be myself. And if no-one likes who I am, I have to wonder what they’ll be doing here when there are plenty of positivity blogs out there.

I owe it to other human beings to be my most authentic self. My only hope is they do the same. Otherwise please stay away from me.

Anyway, going back to the poem. IF I was to give unsolicited advice right now I’d say “Don’t ever let anyone be your reason for being happy. It’s a dangerous game”

But since I’m NOT giving unsolicited advice there’s nothing I’m saying in the above line lol I care enough to hypothetically tell you what not to do whilst not telling you what to do (?)