Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via kushandwizdom)
This morning I was walking up the main street in my village. It has a little brook running through it. The sound of the water and the warmth of the spring sun on my face all of sudden made my thoughts very clear. As I said, nothing makes sense, and it’s by sharing with others that I find sense in the world. But that makes it sound like I’m unable to exist without anyone’s attention, which is untrue. I spend a lot of time alone, and I like my alone time a lot. I realized then that the only sense I make of this world for myself is pleasure. Of course, I mean sex, but also the simple and small pleasures. Feeling the sun on my skin. Food. Breathing in the fresh air while my eyes look around and see snow-capped mountain tops. Reading and writing beautiful words. Pleasure everywhere. Sharing it is great, but I can do without, as long as I can feel it. And even though I realize pleasure is nature’s way of making sure we go on with life and eventually transmit it, and that in some way I’m being tricked into playing’s life game, I’m totally OK with that. The universe can go on and do whatever the fuck it intends to. Just give me pleasure.