Artist. Writer. Amplify the light.
As we get older, we are often reminded of our mortality, our fragility, and the inevitable end of this journey.
As relationships, friends, family members, and memories fade and fall away, we quietly posit and define chapter headings to our story. Every milestone initiates a recapitulation, as we inevitably, and perhaps unexpectedly, check in with ourselves. Are we living our real and true mission? Is this all there is to life? How much time do we have left?
What if everything they’ve ever told you is a lie? What if nothing about this world is as described? What if your entire frame of reference is fantasy and fiction? What if everything you’ve learned about human history is entirely false?
The slower you go, the faster you get where you are going… — Phoenix Aurelius I remember being a little kid, and having wonders and…
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.
The world is a funny place, isn’t it? Who could possibly come to terms with this level of perpetual chaos?
