It seems to me that governments of modern Western nations have become a parody of their former selves. That being said, I don’t recall a time in my life where anyone spoke highly, fondly, nor respectfully of those enthroned at any level of public office. Or, it was so rare that it was retroactively drowned out. Regardless, our society hinges on a strange and entirely specious notion wherein we absolutely and without question need a centralized power in the form of government, much to our continued frustration, polarization, and sociocultural angst.
Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
What do you really want? How often do you make the conscious effort to sit and let your thoughts be free for a time and to see what sort of inner guidance, questioning, answering, and authentic motivation may surface?
Many of us are feeling the effects of the ongoing “Big Squeeze,” wherein costs of living continue to rise while overall quality and standards are always going down. The costs of having shelter, feeding yourself, educating yourself, and pursuing your best life are, for many, being priced out of reach. As a result, many are actively, and perhaps finally, seeking alternatives, ready to alter their trajectory toward a different path. But what path would be best for you and your family?
I’ve heard the song “A Whiter Shade Of Pale” by Procol Harum almost daily recently. They have the radio on in the kitchen at the cafe I frequent, and while many of the usual songs on “today’s top hits” radio are the same hits of the ’60s-’90s they play every day, this one stands out. There’s simply nothing else like it. But more importantly, it reminds me of my late father.
For years, I’ve wrestled with the uneasy tension between who I am and who I believed I needed to become. Like many people, I’ve chased reinvention through new environments, ambitions, routines, and ideas, convinced that the next pursuit might finally quiet the underlying sense of restlessness. Yet no matter how far I wandered, I always found myself returning to the same essential nature — the same instincts, curiosities, rhythms, and creative impulses that have followed me my entire life. Perhaps the real challenge was never becoming someone else, but learning to stop resisting who I already am.
You have but a limited time here in this one short life. Is it a trap or an opportunity? What do you really want from it? What are your truest aspirations? Are you willing to see through the fog and learn to accept things as they really are, or is it better to remain mixed up and subsumed in the fakery and delusion?