At some point on the journey toward truth, there comes a tipping point. At this critical moment, you will ultimately discover that everything you’ve been seeking the answers to is moot. The exercise of seeking is simply a means to an uncomfortable, yet liberating end: everything is a story, and nothing is real.
Today I am missing real connection. As the thought crosses my awareness, I’m astonished to consider that maybe I haven’t really had such a feeling or experience since I was maybe three or four years old.
So, what happened?
I’ve tried far too often over the years to avoid pain. All it ever did was double the intensity or duration of the inevitable. Instead…
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.
If you can in any way, honestly and in good conscience, defend, abide, consent to or comply with any of the mandates, restrictions, neverending emergency measures and other historically-recycled ideas, reintroduced in 2020 by and through the Covid-19 and other agendas, you’ve been compromised.