Haibun: Spontaneous
Like most people, I know there are certain things I could post to get a predicted affirmation: there’s always reliable pictures or conjectures or memes to get more likes or comments. I post them too.
And yet, those manufactured actions—planned dopamine hits—don’t reward. They are hollow like empty carbs. Every post and bite is as sweet and yet not as sweet as I promised myself it would be.
Now when my niece—a five year old who we never know what will come out of her mouth—says she loves me, spontaneously and without coaxing, it is as whole and completely satisfying as the golden grass and un-manicured perfection that forms the fields southeast of Superstition Mountain.
rugged rocks—untilled—
thrown where nature wills. yet, right.
autumn harmony
And yet, those manufactured actions—planned dopamine hits—don’t reward. They are hollow like empty carbs. Every post and bite is as sweet and yet not as sweet as I promised myself it would be.
Now when my niece—a five year old who we never know what will come out of her mouth—says she loves me, spontaneously and without coaxing, it is as whole and completely satisfying as the golden grass and un-manicured perfection that forms the fields southeast of Superstition Mountain.
rugged rocks—untilled—
thrown where nature wills. yet, right.
autumn harmony
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| & Haiku: Untilled |
