our battles are our own. though the external swirl and circumstance informs and challenges our notions, ultimately the war is within. i don’t know what to fucking do. it’s a start. it’s raw. it’s the real you punching through the tumultuous surface and cracking the facade. you don’t have to know what to do. not…
you can keep trying to resist, but the wave is upon us. radical change is the theme of the day, and you might as well learn how to surf; it’s a full-body workout, and good luck if you try to duck-dive through it….
the uphill battle is only ever our own figurative mountain. the dreams and aspirations that uncloak in childhood are closest to our hearts because life has yet to “get in the way”… indeed….
we’re aching to take back our sovereignty from the psychopathy, insanity, and inanity of post-industry. at the same time, we’re terrified of living out our long-believed endgame rituals exploring lack, struggle, emptiness and being purposeless….
choose your battles. choose consciously where and how your time, energy and attention goes….
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