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| There are a lot of angry people out there. I can be among the
worst. What gets to me is the pace. The noise. The clutter. Too harried, rushed, busy. And, when you get down to it, how much of it really matters? People talking, blathering, at once. Someone tugging at your sleeve. Great telemarketing deals while you’re eating. That you have to call and cancel later on. Bombardments from all sides, simultaneously. Distractions. Chaos. More noise. It’s enough to make me scream louder. Bringing the madness to a new level. More begets more. The more there is, the more that’s unnecessary. Too much to handle. So more goes to waste. Time, which no one has to spare. Energy. Resources. Expedite it. Mediocrity becomes the standard for competence. Does anyone care? Life passes us by. I don’t notice. Too beaten to look up and wave. Absurd how the meaningless makes for so much pressure. Stress. Angst. Rage. Enough to make me vomit. Regurgitate it all. So, I’ve taken to retreating. Retract for 20 minutes. Go within myself. Slow down. Get quiet. Be simple. Return home. Reserved for me. Simmer the mess down to basics. Fundamentals. Principles. What’s right. Rejoin myself, the spirit. Stop. Suspend. Be still. Be blank. White. Soak in it. Come to my senses. Rest. Rejuvenate. Refresh. For just a few minutes. And don’t fuck with me when I have my eyes closed. |
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