After taking a few days to let my expectations rest. Restarting the machine can often be chore. Batteries get cold, fluid settles into the pan, and fuel needs to be primed. So I lay here allowing my mind to like go which in turn allows the emotions to flow free. Dancing between established methods and freeform anarchy, I allow myself to release things I may have never been released. But this act of letting go is the catalyst of my freedom.
I don’t get asking a lot of things, which is okay. I think I was built more for listening and understanding. I’m a firm believer in “he who is without sin…”, so I do my damnedest not to judge. My outward persona is that of a grumpy old man. Which my adult children would more than validate. I think I do it more for the shock value and my own personal entertainment more than anything else.
But my true self is more reflective and open minded, although don’t tolerant ignorance well. So bigots and fear mongers beware. Maybe I’m writing this more as an introduction then as a confessional. Reading my comments on social media, it may appear I’m jaded to most things. But in reality, it’s only my reserve defense mechanism sharpening its blades.
Whatever it maybe, rest assured I am honest with my intentions. So my bullshit is mostly a smokescreen to a greater truth. That the world with all its perceived hatred, is not much of a hindrance to the greater truth. That nature and Mother Earth are the true rulers of this world. That within them lies the keys to achievable peace. That quiet, silence, and patience are the greatest teachers when it comes to achieving true contentment.