You know, making demands of the world, specifically other people, in order to be happy, is a lot like rolling dice every morning and being happy if you get a 1,2, or 3, and unhappy if you get a 4, 5, or 6.
Who would do that?
Me, for one. You sometimes, too.
But awareness is a beginning.
I was feeling a bit sorry for myself this morning, so I looked at some George Zielezinski photos.
There is nothing wrong with vision, with hope, with working for more sanity, more order, more purpose in the world. Whatever love is, it is worth seeking more of that too.
But putting the possibility of failure in dice is unintelligent.
More generally, my squeeze, as I call it, seems to be easing. I’ve actually had some really good ideas, I think, but I’m just letting them sit on the shelf for now. I’m enjoying watching me not compulsively needing to post them.
And I’m considering a podcast. If it’s just me listening to it, well, that’s really all that happens here, but with spoken voice. And I am very spontaneous, so something interesting could happen.
It will be another week or two before I finish this round of work perhaps better called an odyssey. If it doesn’t kill you, it gives you a better idea of what it will take to kill you. And it wasn’t that, apparently. So that’s good. As Bill Murray says, in a line you know, “I’ve got that going for me.”