Awareness... of a sort
Do you know, it's funny the things that blindside you; things that you had left far behind, and no longer think of from day to day. I thought by cleaning out my daily thoughts and having some things show up only once in the proverbial blue moon, that meant that I had actually moved past them...that I was on the OTHER side of the hill, not still climbing up it.
I was wrong.
It's not so much that being wrong is a new thing, because we all know how much its not, and how supposedly normal it is...Its that I work so very hard to not be wrong, or ignorant of the inner progession and interaction. I work so very, very hard to not be wrong. Its like something that been very carefully and laboriously constructed versus that which occurs naturally, a a form of the path of nature. Damage dealt is exponentially more meaningful and relevant.
And yes, I hear all of you saying that I take things too seriously. As soon as I learn how not to be what it is to be me, I'll let you know.
I was wrong.
It's not so much that being wrong is a new thing, because we all know how much its not, and how supposedly normal it is...Its that I work so very hard to not be wrong, or ignorant of the inner progession and interaction. I work so very, very hard to not be wrong. Its like something that been very carefully and laboriously constructed versus that which occurs naturally, a a form of the path of nature. Damage dealt is exponentially more meaningful and relevant.
And yes, I hear all of you saying that I take things too seriously. As soon as I learn how not to be what it is to be me, I'll let you know.