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Getting a Handle On My Shortened Fuse
A quest to create or find more chill, balance, and centering.
Lately, I go from calm to irked like a high-performance car goes from zero to sixty.
I recognize that there’s something in the collective consciousness eating away at my calm, my balance, my okay. Without a doubt, this is tied to the horribly unkind, uncompassionate, hateful, spiteful “people” in positions of power. When did it become okay to be outright rude, nasty, and disrespectful?
The not-funny thing about this is history repeating itself. All you need to do is look to the Fall of Rome, and the echoes in modern government are clear. Somehow, “they” think it will turn out differently this time. It won’t. But while the coming collapse might be scary, it might also be enlightening.
Nobody knows. And nobody can know. This is a matter that is yet to happen. The shape of it will remain unformed until it comes to pass.
So what do we have? The here and now. All I can do is work with what I have, here and now, to live the best that I can in the midst of this insanity.
This is why I feel the need to get a handle on my shortened fuse.
