Musings
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Trust your intuition
We get feelings about things for a reason. But we’re told not to trust our own instincts. Instead, pay us a fee and absolve yourself of the responsibility of the results. That goes for everything. Pretty much all fields of business, particularly the conceptual ones. We don’t want to take…
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Perpetual existential crisis
What actually am I supposed to do? Is this all there is? But at the same time, the possibilities of existence in this life are awesome. But how awesome are they really? Wouldn’t I feel better , more optimistic, more motivated if this life were really that great? I know…
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Choosing new weedsies
Going to dispensaries to shop for new flower is one of my favorite errands. There are tons of great brands and strains, so I never know what new gem I’ll get to experience. I’m not saying I’m any type of expert, but I like what I like. And I love…
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If all it takes to experience something is to write it, then what do I want to imagine?
A mix of mundane and fantastical scenarios simply because I’m curious about a multitude of experiences and “outcomes.” No purpose. Only being. Only consciousness. Only observing my creation and creating my observation. If this is all there is to it, I suppose it’s not so bad to exist in this…
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Everyone is going to break your trust
Not everyone necessarily because they mean to, but because sometimes we really can never know another person’s feelings, thoughts, or expectations of us. And maybe you had expectations that you didn’t communicate. So, it’s not that they broke your trust. They broke the illusion of what you thought you had…
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Unbearable and infinite
People always think it’s something to be pursued…to be found. And that eventually you’ll be happy. So much of life is spent on following stupid societal “norms” at the expense of being still, and knowing you already have what you’ve been seeking. But we’ve always known each other haven’t we? We always…
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Remember when you were here?
You and I would talk about everything. You made the world interesting and magical and full of infinite possibility. Sunshine only ever existed because of you. We would say that we are all ourselves, everyone, and no one, all at the same time. Sharing experience and existing as human simply…
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Evil people don’t get assassinated enough
“Assassinated” is the wrong word. It makes it sound like the person getting killed is of some type of importance. More people should be getting killed. Regardless of any type of invented hierarchy. I want to believe that some people working at whatever level of government, maybe are doing it…
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What even is existing?
I want to cry. Cry my eyes out until I feel nothing about any of the bullshit anymore. Maybe then I’d hate that I was numb. But wouldn’t that be better than this? But my body won’t do it. It won’t cry right now. Usually when I feel this bad…
