Est 1986
Very productive day
Not a lot of time for writing. Yoga, cooking, made candles, cleaned, did laundry. Just a lot of stuff going on.
Waking Up
I am here. In this very moment in time, I am here and nowhere else. I am completely present.
My mind is empty, no thoughts are fluttering by.
I can feel every part of my body, every tense muscle, every twitch. I can taste my mouth, I can feel my hair tickling the back of my neck.
My eyes are closed, but I am looking beyond what I am capable of seeing.
I can feel myself relax more and more until my body is heavy, even though it’s fascinatingly light.
The sensation of my physical self falls away.
And then I feel attention on me. Not in the way you feel when someone is looking at you, waiting for what you’re about to say. I feel a wholehearted attention lacking any kind of expectations.
I feel loved, appreciated. I feel an unconditional love surrounding me, filling me up.
Happiness and fulfillment rushes into me. Tears are flowing from my eyes, but I do not feel sad.
My mouth is smiling.
I feel utterly treasured for no specific reason other than being me.
I feel completely and entirely alive.
The older I get
The more I kind of just want to burn the whole internet.
It was a nice idea theoretically, but putting this much responsibility in each and every idiot hands is just… really bad.
Psychopaths, all of you
It’s 2022 and we’re looking down the throat of a slow societal retrogression. It’s not the ongoing pandemic per se, it is the complete lack of empathy and the blatant egocentrism that is surfacing which is the core of the problem, and in the end it will be our demise.
Where I am located, neither Omicron, nor the environmental decline is bad yet. Most likely nothing to worry about. You know, the way of thinking that got all of us where we’re at in the first place.
Intelligence is defined by the ability to gather information, see patterns and apply both personal and second hand experiences on a new problem and, based on the possible outcomes, make adjustments accordingly to prevent unnecessary distresses.
I am sorry to say, but the majority of people I know do not have this ability.
People are more likely to change their mind only after someone close to them dies, or after they themselves suffer trauma because of something scientists have warned of for a long time.
You see the same lack of empathy when people watch millions die in countries on the other side of the planet on the news. They feel a little uncomfortable, but hey, just flick over to another channel, watch some Family Guy and forget about it.
Like children, believing that if they don’t look the monsters won’t get them.
At least, if everything breaks, I’ll have the satisfaction of standing on the sidelines saying ”I told you so”.
The 3000 year old Tree
I came across a post about an ancient olive tree on the Island of Crete. It has been standing there for, without exaggerating, millennia, and it’s still producing olives to this day.
Trees don’t have brains that we can recognise as brains, but they’re proven to have nervous systems.
Take a moment to imagine trees storing memories in their very being, and what this tree would have seen in it’s days. How many people have passed it by, how many children have climbed it?
How many dogs have urinated on it’s trunk, how many birds have hidden among it’s branches?
How many insects have nested in it’s bark?
All the while, the tree stands there silently, watching the world pass it by, unable to utter a single word.
Silently screaming on the inside
LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FUCKS!