Updated 1 year ago
All the people who have died in the trance scene… all those missing decades of starting families, growing old, reminiscing about the good old days, all those tears shed by friends, all that agonizing grief of the mothers and fathers who saw Little Mayur or Little Corey take their first steps. learn to potty by themselves, first day of kindergarten. The sum total of their lives, now a ethereal phantom limb, a stinging reminder of what could have been.
Lost, like tears in rain.
Was it worth it, for those fleeting moments of ecstasy on the dancefloor?
If you say no, it wasn’t, then time to start making it a yes. Bring all that back, and no, not necessarily take LSD and throw parties, but bring back that spirit into your current life, that little glimmer of hope that our little secret society was on to something. And though that something may be a shimmering shape changing elusive unicorn, it is useful to go back to that original impulse you had, to go to your first party and meet like minded individuals. Realize, you found that – but what you were looking for, was yourself all along.
You are the unicorn. And whatever you were seeking – you – is also seeking, you.
Future you.
Now you.
The journey never ends, and that is a good thing.
You were home all along.
And all those beloved people that are gone… if they could see you now, they’d use all the aphorisms that evolved on 2000s Isratrance – “Banging!” “Keep it going” “Legs are tired!”
