i know what i want. i just … have to trudging-ly wait this forced and out-of-place-ish working phase out. and then maybe i’ll feel more like myself again.
it just dawned upon me that we, as people of position, (perhaps in our strive to do things well and make the most of it) have become perpetrators of the very way of life we adhore. it’s our neck or theirs and the best way out in such a prisoner’s dilemma would be to just quietly, trudgingly outwait our time here. but in that process, we lose ourselves to the work and forget the better life that we are called for. maybe there is more happiness in that grumbling mumbling than trying to be optimistic in just about everything.
i am a soverign being nsf.