It’s funny, really. When you get your head twisted around by distorted realities and hidden agendas, you can be led to believe anything. Years can pass before anything truly important gets done, meanwhile you wonder why you feel so empty.
For generations, we’ve aspired to an ideal of ‘world peace’, yet nobody really knows what that actually means. The truth is, we don’t know what peace is. We don’t know what it would take to have or maintain it, and we most certainly aren’t willing to do what’s necessary to make it ever come close to being a reality.
You can’t wait around to start living your best, most inspired life. Waiting to start exercising or cleaning your house regularly, flossing your teeth, getting that PhD, or putting away a percentage of your income for something, invariably defers other things that you won’t think are related to — or connected with — both your ordinary and ambitious goals.
Maybe it’s just that time of year again, but I find that existential curiosities abound in the darker, shorter days of wintertime. I look at the world, and see that the majority of the dominant species seem intent on self-termination, while an increasingly awake and aware collective is emerging that might save us all from ourselves. I wonder, where do I fit in to all this? Why am I here? Who am I… really?