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Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
In March 2020, the entire modern world was forcibly, aggressively, violently, and permanently changed. Not because of a virus, but because of the concept of a virus, among other false notions and fabricated events.
As you may know, I am a recording artist who has been writing, composing, and producing my own original music since I was about 16. Today, I am… older. I have a backlog of unfinished projects, albums, and random ideas. I’ve made notes for some cool music videos. There is ample evidence on several hard drives that ideas and inspirations were never in short supply, but the ridiculous amount of time that began to elapse between releasing products and creations into the world has increased significantly. I’m sure many other creators out there can relate.
The times, there are a changin’. And quickly. Our individual and collective human expression, our story, is adapting, as it always does, but many are feeling disillusioned and disenfranchised by all the madness. The plandemic, fraud decades in the making, threw much of the modern world for a loop, the repercussions of which are still rippling out in all directions. AI is now suddenly in our face, in our phones, in our wallets, our offices, and our homes. Health and wellness is seemingly always under threat, by ourselves, and by manufactured extrinsic means, as disease, mutations, variants and epidemics are ubiquitous in the media. In this article, I delve a little into some of the main themes and concerns for our time, and explore perspectives, opinions, ideas and directions that may help to reframe aspects of our lives in a different light.
As we get older, we are often reminded of our mortality, our fragility, and the inevitable end of this journey.
As relationships, friends, family members, and memories fade and fall away, we quietly posit and define chapter headings to our story. Every milestone initiates a recapitulation, as we inevitably, and perhaps unexpectedly, check in with ourselves. Are we living our real and true mission? Is this all there is to life? How much time do we have left?