Being human, sometimes enlightenment escapes me

I think the hardest part about writing a blog like this one is that I’m always wrestling with whether or not I should mention a particular event, or personal emotional response to it. Writing a blog without a large readership tempts me to write about anything that floats through my transom, but that isn’t the wisest thing to do, is it? A strange dichotomy is at work here. I consider myself a very private person, yet I’m writing my thoughts and observations in a place where they can be read by anyone. I thought that trying to stay on point with my New Aquarian principles would see me through, but it isn’t that easy for me.

So I’ll try to get a bunch of my concerns, current obsessions and opinions out in a flurry of verbiage, in the hopes that free writing will calm me. I worry about oil and gasoline. I use my car as little as possible, to at least do what I can. I think the president is a psychopath and I'm deeply concerned for my children and their children because of the mess his legacy will undoubtedly leave behind. I find a great portion of the population to be asleep at the wheel and despite my supposed enlightenment, sometimes feel resentful that I must spend so much time and energy staving off the restless pull of complacency.

I tire of the uniformed soldiers of fear standing in front of the New York Stock Exchange with assault weapons. Are they out to protect the money, or the people? And since when did anyone attack New York City with anything an assault rifle could effectively counter? Maybe they think that it makes people feel safe. It’s so twisted that intimidation is the only thing our government can think of to give the illusion of safety. You know what it is? It’s fear. They’re scared shitless. Bullies usually are. They’re intruders in my city. They may as well be in airplanes.

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I think these points are valid simply to show that even though I believe that it’s possible to live well in the world exactly as it is, the way to do that is not always immediately apparent. On some days, the way to live well can be the most elusive thing. Perhaps tomorrow will be better, or even an hour from now. I thank you for your indulgence.