Dear future self,
This new year wasn’t entirely grandiose, in fact you might just say it was quiet and lackluster. Compared to my glory heydays which were always spent in some lavish decadence (that costed me heavily monetarily wise), followed by the predictable week of recovery to alleviate the delirium of a monstrous hangover. And for what ? There was no reward, only a kind of needless suffering brought on by myself, add to the physical recovery a recovery of lost wages to add insult to self inflicted injury.
I’m working on my book now, it’s always a fun kind of daunting task to rip pages out of yourself, piece the words together into chapters, hammering and chiseling, purifying and perfecting, trying to breathe aliveness into things. I’m writing what I myself would like to read. Right now it’s going to be an fantasy novel, think Game of Thrones but far less Machiavellian, but more geared toward high adventure, intrigues, plots, love affairs, and some life lessons. My hope and intent is to illustrate that evil isn’t as sexy as our culture would dupe people into thinking. When we have a culture that accentuates hopelessness, an adoration of ugliness, and a depressive state what is there to nourish our own souls ? We wonder why the world is so beautifully messed up ? Mystery solved, there’s very little to sustain the succor of our own souls, and it’s clearly evident wherever you look. No source of uplift, compassion, empathy, life. We glorify and magnify entirely negative attributes, extolling them as being virtues. Imagine that, we are making bad things seem like good and wonder in shock and horror that the bad detonates all around us !
Am I saying we need to walk around like we’ve been molested by a carebear ? Maybe 🙂 yet what I’m really saying is that it’s not always about us, other people go through storms and seasons also, and well not everybody has to be a homeless person or an African child in order for us to offer a kind word, a simple hello, not to seem like some sort of do gooder enhanced human from the DC universe. How much more we each learn and discover our own true power, beauty, and identity when we purposely affect another person, even in the most subtle and sly ways (in good ways, not hustling them heh heh). I tell you, it’s me who is rewarded, really.