When Your Love of Life Is an Empty Beach 

#loneliness #empowerment 

The following lyrics are not in this book but should be. The bottom is a long way to go and it’s harder to get away from. 

CHOCOLATE DROPS

by Iggy Pop and Josh Homme 

When your love of life is an empty beach
Don’t cry (don’t cry)
When your enemy has you in his reach
Don’t die (don’t die)

When is painful to express the things you feel (inside)
When it hurts to share because they’re bare and real (so real)
So when everyday is judgement day, I won’t pray (don’t pray)
When there’s none to share that empty chair, well okay (okay)

When You get to the bottom You’re near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
When You get to the bottom You’re near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
When You get to the bottom You’re near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
Drops

So fly (so fly) 
So fly (so fly) 

When your love of life is an empty beach (don’t cry)
When is painful to express the things you feel (inside)

There is nothing in the stars if You fail to move
There is nothing in the dark, it’s just some old excuse
Hanging on, let it go 

The photo above describes the result of prolonged anomie. This is propagated by the perils of fear. Loneliness is a destructive state in which desperation emanates and slowly gnaws at our self – confidence. It brings about a weak person ready to break his moral boundaries for the sake of attention and the chance to be “useful” again.  At an early age,  this is seen as somewhat acceptable rebellious behaviour. It may go awry when drug abuse and prostitution set in. But often it’s a phase. We tend to grow out of it when we discover the adult world and fairly seamlessly fit into it. We accept its values and norms and become another law – abiding citizen.  Hopefully, there won’t be too many bumps on the road. And we hope we die at a ripe age with as little discomfort as possible. 

Then there is the loneliness that occurs in adulthood, usually when choices become fewer and our power to control life more difficult. We start languishing and regretting our past actions as we sink deeper into ourselves. The main reasons are usually economic and  romantic. Often they come after loss or death. But  very often they come after thinking about what wehaven’t accomplished and what can no longer be done about. We burn our social networks,  have relationship problems,  and even turn to legal or illegal substance abuse. We then may turn into that guy on welfare for life. We can even become homeless. And we know this. And the endless circle of the same thought pattern encompasses our sanity. It turns the fear into sanity. It convolutes reality. 

Then there’s that benign loneliness. There’s that lingering chasm we can’t enter. There’s that everyday grind that makes us all the more unhappy. Till we decide to change. But can’t.  We burn out. We recover. We are on a year of sick leave. Yet it seems we have to rejoin what had brought us to this state. Either that or the eventual situation in the above paragraph. 

Then there’s that sweet “aloneness”. That’s when we have an epiphany and empower ourselves to move to the next level,  where we laugh at our previous weaknesses and lack of knowledge.  Loneliness was just a crossroads to a new state of being. This is where we subsist through our knowledge and have a way to overcome even the most heinous,  hideous,  and malignant hurdles and obstacles.  

The Bukowski book and Iggy Pop song both show ugliness in the mire, yet express more than a glimmer of hope. Sad songs,  and poems,  say so much.  

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