you won’t always have balance, but you can always be trusting of life – especially when you’re not….
the infernal barriers are energetic, etheric, intangible and preconceptual, yet our mind desperately tries to quantify, categorize, ground and encapsulate them anyway….
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….
there’s a phrase, or variation of such, that’s popular nowadays. something along the lines of “…in these unpredictable and turbulent times…” frequently uttered within range of, and with regards to peaceful practices, mindfulness, meditation, standing up for what we believe in, and other supposedly original ideas. does every generation have their underlying, perpetual, victim-state belief…
indi; divide; dualist… what a word. what a language. properly, in-divid-u-al; indivisible – a Latin creation, from individualis/individu. i see it as a play on ideas within itself; the singular practising the dichotomy; one encompassing two. we exist in a reality based on contrast, and we can easily be distracted or addicted to the ideas…
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