A DANGEROUS THING
March 28th, 2024 | San Francisco, CA
So many heavy sighs….
The few people who can hold a serious conversation seem lost in their own sauce. I empathize.
Hardly any room for frustration. Yet, I am overflowing with it.
Frustration. So much of it. Mostly at myself. But even then that seems misguided. I knew this would happen, and thought:
“Oh, I’ll deal with this should the eventuality come to pass.”
It’s here. Before me. Choices. Conversations. Regression or progression.
Truth is an amazing thing. It is a dangerous thing. Because truth is simple.
Humans are complicated.
We struggle with an objective view of events. Perspectives always warring. Unspoken power struggles. We protect ourselves. We survive.
I am protecting myself, aren’t I? In order to survive. To progress, one must be at peace with oneself and one’s circumstances. This is the stage. It’s been in suspense for too long. Let’s have at it then. What is life without a little drama? Without a few secrets. This idyllic fantasy.
Who am I fooling?
