Why I Am Dysfunctional Today: Illness… How many people really feel well these days? Everyone seems to have something to complain about. It’s even spawned a whole genre of music, more than one really.
Where is the world when people are so in love with their pain? They praise concepts like being “down to earth” or “in touch with reality” all the while instead of drowning our sorrows, we instead drown in our sorrows, and “the light of day” has nothing to do with anything. The truth is, even those who do seem to successfully drown their sorrows are still pursuing behavior that’s dictated by their pain. We freely, even enthusiastically poison our bodies to escape this. Is it any wonder we poison the earth also?
Truth is stranger than fiction. Reality is stronger than our reactions to it. How can anyone find ease or relief of suffering if they don’t have the courage to face a reality that has almost nothing to do with our opinions about it? We have been living our lives trying to fix problems only we see.
They say that in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king. Who can distinguish the crazy from the sane, honestly?
That‘s my dysfunctional self. What’s yours?