Self

Self: a self-referential meaning. That is inherent is the sense of the word itself. It is self-referential in the sense of a recursive acronym. For example, WINE. Wine represents, ‘WINE Is Not an Emulator’. The first letter of the first word represented by the acronym, is the acronym itself. In terms of meaning, this translates to defining self with self present—and key—in the definition.

Other words of a similar nature may be, ‘truth’, and ‘love’. Concept-constructs of that which can be imagined purely by itself, with no references or relations to other things or standards. In other words, of that that exist without necessary relation to others, being independent of context-dependent interpretation. Simply ‘selfly’—or ‘self-ful’. Words of this nature can have no exact opposites, like the number ‘0’ in a way.

Both self-referential in meaning and existence, self is a noun that admits no adjectival qualification. For instance, there can be no such thing as ‘good self’ or ‘bad self’. Self is self-contained: it is exactly what it is.

Beautiful.

Memories

He never seems to leave her
because she lives inside;
the pleasant and the hard
and all the shades between.

Touch me,
move me,
hamper me,
heal me;
complicit in where I am today—
where I am tomorrow
if I’ll let.

To choose because of you;
to choose despite you;
you appear as you will
something to relish or leave.

Love.

Experience.

People.

Choices.

Living.

Memories.

Is it racist?

It was night.
The old white lady held her bag more tightly because a black man in a hoody came close. If she were black, and she saw some ‘any-coloured’ dude that fit the description of the stereotypical ‘snatcher,’ she’d do the same.

The white lady might be thinking: dark, black, hoody, therefore….
And the black lady thinking: dark, hoody, therefore….

Is it racist to act in ‘commonsense’ from real collective experience that resulted in some form of negative stereotyping of specific demographic?

It’s not that simple.

A love-hate-love relationship (View 2)

At first it was easy,

then it became a little challenging.

Things had slowed down.

A little later with a spurt of will,

he picked up pace and continued,

seeking to be diligent;

the same and different.

It felt harder.

First she loved him;

then she hated him.

And then again she loved him

and hated him after that;

even more so a little later.

Then she loved him again;

coming to hate him eventually some time later.

And finally, she loved him,

accepting her choice.

Demanding persistence, he gave it that;

until he hit a brick wall

and kind of got quenched.

He came back again to climb over

in a breakthrough;

going on for a while

and slowly getting weary.

Finally he let go to say,

“I love you anyways.”