Sometimes I use blogs to try and get my head around something.

And even though I know it never works and never will, it’s also not useless.

I see many things without realizing what I see.

I just wonder about things.

Things that many people don’t think about because it simply doesn’t occur to them.

Or, when they DO think about it, they’re not interested in getting to the bottom of it.

I’m not sure if I am, either.

No clue what’s going on, at all, but I am sure that I keep falling through layers of the unknown, every single day.

Falling.

Falling.

Right now I feel a deep sadness because of nothing in particular.

It’s more of an appreciation, actually, a sweet thing, not crushing.

Maybe I am sad because I will never be able to fully share what I see and what is revealed to me, and I can’t tell you how my feelings and emotions shift constantly and bring many deep and rich experiences.

Maybe I am sad because of the sadness in the world.

Or maybe it’s just a sensation, a temporary fling, and nothing else.

This experience is singular, exclusive, and just for me.

And yet I keep talking about it, writing about it, trying to squeeze it for the truth so I can hand you some drops.

Haha.

You see?

I am laughing now!

Maybe I am just the world’s laziest madman, lunatic, crazy weirdo, or psychopath.

But that was not what I wanted to talk about.

I started this little blog, just now, to tell you that everything is okay.

It’s not that I feel that constantly and completely for myself, to be honest, but I know that it’s true and it’s pretty fucking encouraging.

So now and then there’s the inclination to bring it up.

You’re not as lost as it might feel (or lost at all).

You’re not nearly as fucked as you tend to believe.

You’re not going in the wrong direction, ever.

And nothing, NOTHING is really up to you.

This is just a crazy circus.

You’re the tent that hosts it all.

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