It's where the rabbit hole of thought lead this morning as a helpful break from the overthinking of self and societal grunge that too often appear... so I'll take it. Refill the coffee cup, Gobbledygook meet rabbit hole, have at it...
Maybe that's the reason why this works for some so well, finding that the biggest mountain to climb is the one that crawls so deep.
Because I cannot fathom a moment in life when I didn't have him there with a call, his voice carrying that of four men, his hands another knuckle in size.
That left me trying to piece together and scout around at what was left over, the foundational pieces of who I am. I found the pieces that I could change, that didn't hold weight any longer, and those that never did.
What happened felt like I was taking a long run at a moving train in hopes I could tackle it and derail the thinking that had rutted my tracks so deeply.
We ultimately have a responsibility to uphold, and finding those weaving abilities again is just a part of it, and coming this core belief comprehension is just a small part of that.
What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
These days feel like I am more the researcher surveying the damage, with impatient monkeys slapping my ass.
It was a badly damaged area as I assessed the aftermath, the works of good mental behaviors tossed down like a library after an earthquake.
We didn't destroy the Capitalism train, work, work, work mode. We usurped it with making individuals a commodity. Not only a commodity, but one that can spoil and be ruined at the click of a mouse.
Those frequencies play a music, a life symphony that we are often unaware of, but one that we play in, and conduct from, our own lives mostly unconsciously.