Awakening Empty
Waking up and feeling like a wreck, with anxiety eroding the confidence that life is an eternal continuity, but that we are always on the edge of the abyss, in danger of losing everything that interests us most and that insinuates itself as love, but that it's basically attachment, often attaching ourselves, as in this case, to conditions that are adverse to us, but because they are known and familiar, we attach ourselves to them.
Well, one thing I can tell you from my humble experience of a million and a half years, anxiety is a habitual liar, but we believe in lies, we believe in glamor and money, all our faith turns to these demigods. It is cured by aspiring to the noblest and highest things, and clinging to them with the same fervent confidence with which we cling to glamor and money.
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