What I’m Hanging Hope On Today: Each day I wake up and notice how I feel. Every morning that state seems sort of random. Don’t get me wrong, there is some degree of continuity between one day and another. That morning feeling just seems to depend on much more than my choices, attitudes and activities.
I take a deep breath and get out of bed, and as I go down stairs, I take in much more information than just my thoughts and plans for the day. So do you, I think. My mind flits from image to image, and sensation to sensation, not unlike a busy bee perhaps, and somehow manages to pull this all together into an experience of the world that day. At least what I think I am experiencing. Perhaps that’s the reason my morning state seems so arbitrary. A great many of my judgments are derived from opinions I have been socially conditioned to accept and the greater mass of those are even self-contradictory. Something is good in one circumstance and bad in another. The next thing is really impressive if you’re one age and beneath notice if you’re another.
Perhaps there is another way of looking at things, one that draws more from our true nature and the world around us and less from the social phantasm we all live in. Be and be good at it is what I say.
It’s gonna be okay. What do you say?