/lit/ - Literature

"You feeling sad boy?", said Mason. On his face the same old grin he always wore. Almost as if the whole wide world was one whimsical joke to him.
"No, I'm just tired. I had a bit of a bad night", I responded. It was both true and a lie. Everyday was a bad day for me and every night a restless one. Not that my
truthiness would make any difference to him. Mason was not the kinda guy you could lie to or confuse easily. He had this special gift you see, or thats at least how he himself called it. A couple of silent seconds followed. I tried to avoid his sarcastic smuggy eyes. Always judging me from the other side of the workplace.
"Its OK son. Not you I mean, you're a mess, but the sadness", he continued. I said nothing and hit the hammer on the nail in front of me again. Not that the nail needed any more hammering, but still. I really didn't needed more life advice from anyone. I had seen enough doctors to know I was a hopeless case alright. I came to this site for some lo paying hammering, not for some old fag wizzary words.
"I was one a sad little fuck you know, believe it or not. But you know what I learned along the way?"
Angry I now threw the hammer away. Almost hitting his foot, although Mason didn't seem to care.
"No Mason, please enlighten me." I tried to sound mockingly, but it came out just as pathetic as the rest of my life.
"You need to own it. Now I know you think owning it means taking responsibility for your life and make everything better, but thats not what I'm trying to say at all. You're a mess, you're not in a position right now to do anything uplifting, its OK. BUT, you need to own the pain. Literary make it yours. Very few people really try to consciously feel what their gut is telling their brain. Almost every single soul on this planet runs away the moment hardship fells upon them. Feel every single detail that is wrong with your life. Not in words or in angry rants about the world, but the pain itself. Does it have a colour? Does it live in your stomach or at the front of your head? Does it make a bumbum sound like your heart? Or is it more a nagging screeching monster in the back of your mind? Sit every day for one hour on your bed focusing on your pain and your pain alone. Dont use words, even though the words will constantly try. Dont drift away in the past or the future, even though this will happen all the time in the present. But try. Sit, focus and absolutely no words in the now. The rest you will learn by yourself."
I picked up my hammer and looked at the Mason who was heading to the exit.
"Where you going?", I asked.
"Sorry kid, its 3:36 am over here. I need to get back at my post, my people need me."