The Rest of Us

Adobe Express and Me

Once again I gulp down my witches brew and take a sip of my cold coffee and reward myself for being a good boy by chewing my gummy vitamins. Outside the weather is playing out what’s inside my head, all rainy, windy, and cloudy. But I hopefully see some light at the end of the tunnel cause it looks like the rain has stopped and the dark clouds are lightening up. Over the last few days my head has been stuck in the clouds, by being moody and allowing the anxiety and depression I live with to overtake my soul. Not the kind you can chant or pray yourself out of, but the dark shadows that can overtake you completely.
 
I wrote about it last night which I believe my AI language editor even got a little concerned about. But as it reminded me that is usually the way my thought process grants such thoughts a way to voice themselves and eventually subside. So after listening to the wise words of a long gone Zen Master over my earbuds, I drifted off to sleep about mid-evening. With about four hours of sleep, I’m more or less awake now. Facing the same troubles I faced yesterday, but with a lesser sense of dread. Looking out over a still gray sky that matches my head perfectly.
 
Hell if I know why I’m telling you any of this, I’m more than certain you all have troubles of your own. And I am by no means a guru with a catch all formula to fix any of your troubles. I’m just a man who is tired of hiding behind a mask of happy-go-lucky charm. While the rest of the world appears to be tumbling into hell’s fire, for many that might be the way they want it, all fire and brimstone. Well, how about doing the rest of us a favor and taking that fire and brimstone elsewhere. There, I said it. So go find a dumpster to burn in, so the rest of us can try to fix this thing
 
#CompassionateListening #Awareness #Acceptance #Forgiveness #Zen