we know that too much of most anything is unhealthy, destructive, counterproductive or otherwise damaging–to ourselves, to the collective, to the planet….
it seems only too often i let the old program of “what am i doing with my life?” permeate my presence. i think it’s a malevolent, manipulative and entirely unnecessary quantification we drag along in our culture….
what are you afraid of? why are you waiting on the world to change for you? how is it anyone’s responsibility to fix this place but your own?…
what is it that won’t let you sleep at night? what is it that gnaws at the back of your mind? what is it that angers, frustrates or disheartens you?
none of that is the issue. that’s all noise, programs, the ideas of other people, the seeds of cultural norms and expectations… but none of it is your own voice….
there are many “best” moments that have come and gone. i try to have fewer regrets about anything as i get older. holding any negativity or judgment toward anything, really, is only ever self-serving and muddies the lucidity of awareness and inspiration. it’s been far too easy to beat the shit out of myself, or to project my fears onto others….