I was having a discussion with someone over the weekend and it dawned on me that the phrase Round Peg in Square Hole very much was my life. I am without a doubt that Round Peg in a Square Hole of life and instead of fighting or arguing or being unhappy because of my non-conformance in society, it was rather easier to embrace it. Instead of me seeing it as the Round Peg it would become my Psychedelic Circle in a Grey Square instead of Square Hole.
At the same time, I’m thinking how long does it take before my Psychedelic Circle begins to fade away and I end up getting caught among the Grey Squares? Well then, I have to ask myself how long have I been this Psychedelic Circle and definitely my whole life. So, the important realization now is to meet other Psychedelics and join together to enjoy the pathways of life we find ourselves on…
Not very easy because yes while I have met many Psychedelics, they are not very strong at heart, any little thing is taken personally and seeing this cruel world for what it is, is very hard to look through our eyes and see the wonders and the light of life and love of people. I think I have proven I can do it, and always ask myself why? What is the reason to constantly fight the fight in a world ruled by the Grey’s? I guess my answer to that is having the way to look at life and say there is more, more adventures, more fun, more to experience, more to love and more to believe that there has to be more… because without it what is the point?
Everything in our life is surrounded by Grey’s, driving in our box cars, working and eating at our box desks, eating our boxed meals, living in boxed houses – yet the world is round, not boxed and definitely not flat.
I think Terry Pratchett had an amazing Psychedelic look at life and that’s why his books were funny and creative and always made the reader think more and want more of the Discworld and the Great A’Tuin. Not to mention my fascination for Death and his horse Binky… deliciously morbid and fantastically hysterical that Death is a sympathetic Grim Reaper.
The sadness of all this… my greatest Psychedelic, who breathed fire into my soul and made every day that great adventure life has to offer, couldn’t and wouldn’t survive in the world of Grey’s. That no matter how many Terry Pratchett books he read to get lost in the Discworld, no matter how he tried to fight that big fight, he could no more and he just gave up.
The more i think about it, the more I realize it’s the Psychedelics that are deciding to exit life every day, the strain and stress of living in the Grey world has become harder and crueller and a the abundance of good hearts are diminishing at a rate of not worth fighting for anymore.
Just a morbid thought…