We are still enslaved to the things we are taught are ultimate “goods.” We justify our faith in the system by flawed and influenced logic. We continue to believe that something external can change our internal ability to be aware, to appreciate, to live, to feel.
It’s a difficult question, isn’t it?
All thinking is tropic.
I’ve found out a little bit about my Godzilla, about enough to give it a name. Its name is ‘the fear that everything about me is a lie and that I’ll never matter.’
You see, we’re all looking for a routine.
If I can provide a defense for generic dream interpretation, it revolves around the fact that within cultures, it is common for certain things to have fairly uniform connotations.
When we are the ones who make them, we are the ones who can overcome them.
A body is responsible for the most amazing part of anything – physically finding or creating. Once we have something, we don’t want it anymore. What we really want is to make and fight and become.
In general, I resist any pull towards categorization or diagnosis: people are individuals and should be treated as such.
I found myself reflecting on how hard it is just to sit and do nothing. And I mean actually nothing. Not dozing, not reading, not meditating, not listening to music, not going for a drive – actually nothing. Just sitting, alone with our thoughts and feelings.