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.
You’ve no doubt heard of the classic paradox, of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. It seems quite evident that something akin to this is playing out on the world stage right now.
A sandy wall that erodes with regularity, by all appearances. The names of local youth and others who’ve ventured by and decided to leave their mark — some are in love, some are quite alone, hoping to be seen. Further down, even Covid-19 signed the wall, memorialized in 2020.
Committing to the unusual, uncommon, or seemingly impractical life can feel like a very weird thing to do. But as you start going down your natural path, daring to enter the arena of your preference, you’ll find very quickly that there are a lot of people in there already!