We can move through years without ever stopping to question the shape of our lives. Habit takes the place of intention; what began as accommodation becomes identity, and what once felt temporary gradually hardens into the way things are. Every so often, it’s worth stepping back — not to condemn the choices that brought us here, but to see them clearly enough to decide what comes next.
Tag: courage
There are moments when another person’s choices expose something in us that we would rather not examine. Their willingness to risk, commit, uproot, rebuild, and begin again can become an uncomfortable mirror — not because we should imitate them, but because their movement reminds us of where we have remained still.
Is it possible for us — the human factor — this massively creative yet perpetually faltering, failing-forward, and easily controlled species, to finally halt the endless cycle of fantastic creation and brutal, violent destruction? Is it all beyond our grasp, or is there some aspect of this earthbound existence that we can truly and permanently change for the benefit of all — forever?
If you are living far enough away from “civilization,” you may have no real concern about the seemingly exponential increase in madness permeating the modern world. Perhaps you’re able to exist within it, but not be adversely affected. Perhaps you’re pretending, carrying on with life regardless of what the powers-that-be are scheming and implementing and forcing upon humanity. Perhaps you’re ready to call it a day.
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.