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Love in a time of cholera

I have not read the book, but find the title evocative.  When distress and misery are around you, do you not still have the opportunity, the chance, to love–not just a person, but yourself and life?

And in truth we have it so easy, at least for now.  It is what MIGHT happen we fear.  I went into a Whole Foods yesterday, and it is miraculous how much stuff they had–the extensive cheese selection, the fresh produce, the olive bar,, the high quality beef, salmon and sausage.

I was going to to this as a separate post, but I’ll ask this question here: if you knew, for sure, that you create your own reality, how easy would it be for you to imagine the best possible future for you?  I suppose it might be easy for some, but I suspect for many of us it would be quite difficult.

In some respects all but the most emotionally healthy people are afflicted with a sort of Multiple Personality Disorder.  We have parts of us that crave success and love and all the good things in life; then we have a part that is afraid of losing what we have, of risking; or which is outright self sabotaging. Many, many people dream less, work less, achieve less because some part of them thinks they aren’t worth it, don’t deserve it.

Certainly that has been the case with me.  This is hard, I think, for people to understand who have not been subjected to sustained efforts to eradicate them.