What matters
in our pace of daily living is how we feel; about success; or cultivation of comfort;
or progress towards personal goals.
Without
feeling, we are listless and perform rituals of habit. I’ve been alerted by my busy pursuits that I
could make excuses for my blindness; for my inattention to what really matters
to me, as falling into the above short list.
Where is my reason? In a philosophical measure, that would be my ‘purpose’. I’ll get to that as soon as I find the time
to consider where to get off the interstate.
I’m cautioned by those abstractions that
keep me from focusing my will. Should I
find comfort in sharing similarities with others who are in the same condition
of confusion? Together we promote continued pantomime behavior of genuine? Then give ourselves relief with the assurance
that we’re doing our best, under the circumstances we happen to find one
another in? We glean some kind of
security in the familiar and predictable glossy approach to living from one crisis
to the next.
Superficial and shallow is not about intent,
it’s about poor execution. Sorry if I
step on your toes, but I am dancing as fast as I can. I consider myself a good
person because after all I’m only trying to find happiness for myself.
The scripts have been written in so many
variations that we’d be sickened by the truth that we’ve seen this movie before. But I like the Hollywood version better than
my life. After all, can’t I have it
all? Why not? If I follow the path others take ~ shouldn’t I
obtain the promised reward?
Sublime promises of salvation support a
deeper addiction to lack and so institutionalized unaccountability. Not thinking about feeling better meant to
accept the responsibility for ourselves, and that’s not at all in concert with Burger
King telling us it’s ok to having it your way.
What is illusive is that insatiable desire for power. Sex has our society by its throat, women
adversaries to the males not as rebellion over historical rolls, but
competition for dominance, the collective fear of not obtaining our fair share
drives the game towards its conclusion: There are no winners, only exhaustion
for all of the competitors. 
But in the mean time, you can’t count on
anyone or anything that will guarantee safe; except money. So at all cost, have plenty of that, and if
by chance you find someone with more than you got, then use your guile to
abrogate them to your cause.
I think I’ll
watch a different drama…this one is dire
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