on the trail of the tail of the beast
We all have different challenges - it's like life dishes out bespoke joys and disasters for us with astonishing indifference. I am blown away by that indifference, by how my feelings really don't matter, in the bigger picture.
It's liberating, I suppose to not feel special. To see that routine (for the most part) is the enemy of dynamism and creativity, that unless we find ourselves on our knees, we will never learn to be on our toes. Life sometimes pushes us into this space of growth or suffocation, a place where choices must be made and the regular steps become a stumble, a fall down a rocky escarpment (always wanted to use that one) means you find yourself battered, but no less of a person, on a new an more exciting path.
That's what I'm saying, without really saying it. And with all that, the specialness returns, within the knowledge that every experience is unique. Sometimes people might say "that exact thing happened to me!" To which I would reply. "What the hell are you talking about - it's not possible!" And we try to feel the same and we try to help people but we are so special that only we can have the trail-key to our own particular adventure.
And that brings us back to experience. The every day, and how we take things which take us out of there, to pull the rug from under our own feet. That's a thing we can do! Practice for the inevitable bonkersness of what's coming - that which we can't control nor predict, no matter how much our controlling, reductionistic minds tell us we can. Best friend and worst enemy - it can't be any other way!
So let's find a way to make friends and stay pragmatic - be indifferent, like the deer, like the birds, try not to let so much stick. Our minds are tacky, glutinous gluttons and we're adorned with hurts and scars, which we often wear like silks and robes.
I would love to hear from you - about anything at all
Be who you are