Read any of the comments on a post such as this, all of which parrot the same “how dare they!” sentiment, and you’ll observe a…
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
Today was a rough one. Occasionally, the persistent conflict, incomprehensible violence and incongruous, escalating social nonsense frays the nerves, accumulates in the mechanism, and overwhelms the coping and carrying capacity.
We can waste an awful lot of time, energy and resources going through and abiding by cyclical mental processes, based almost entirely on our imagination.
It’s all bullshit. If and when you start digging into anything and everything significant that seemed to occur in these past months — and perhaps years, decades or centuries — nothing about it is genuine. It’s all someone’s hidden influence, someone’s fiction, or someone’s delusion of shaping the world in their image.
This strange, infuriating, exhausting, personally expansive, psychologically challenging, emotionally maturing and character alchemizing year has been one for the books. Perhaps you can relate.