What or who can we really be, beyond this moment? The only existence beyond this moment is a story we tell ourselves. Beyond this moment lies a future full of projections of the past, including the media we’ve consumed which contributes to fear, and things going “wrong.” Beyond this moment also lies a past full of lessons, including those that we’ve learned from which magically became a part of who we are in this moment.
It’s the very last day of the lunar year, and a time for me to reflect. A lot has passed and I have grown tremendously in the past year.
Everyone taking advantage of the hysteria/panic/confusion to wrest more power from anyone else… why don’t I do it too?
Last night I was laying in bed pondering the times when I realized that there was a reality outside trying to get in. That reality was the real-ity, which made me realize that I’d been choosing to exist in a different one for the last… week? Two weeks?
Governments suck. For the most part it’s run by power hungry, ego-driven sociopaths. I get it. But we’re living in a certain world right now and we have to start where we’re at, which is why my anti-establishment friends get upset when I say I like Bernie Sanders.
A lot of my writing in recent years has come from innocent provocation in an e-mail, Reddit thread, or Telegram chat room. I write out a wall of text only to delete it, or un-send it, because of the context of the conversation. Here is one such segment.
I’m writing again. A return to who I once was, before I decided to try to be a social entpreneur-ing filmmaker and dedicated my creative energy elsewhere.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned,
(1/26) I’m suddenly so easily grateful…