Just another wormy hell
So it’s the start of the weekend. I actually have a couple hours more of work to do before I call it a day. I’m jumping between two projects. One is building a learning portal with my good friend and CFO Steve Davies of Clarity4D. The other is a creative project i’ve launched on Instagram. I’ve been inspired to return to writing poetry. I recently caught wind of the vibrant poetry community growing on Instagram and I want to be a part of it.
If you’re a regular reader of this blog, i’m sure you’ve notice the poetry related posts beginning to seep in. And if you’re a long-term reader of the blog you’ll know that this is a return to form.
Completely on a tangent here, but i’m being blown away by Roy Hargrove on the trumpet. If you haven’t heard this guy before, check him out. It’s like the perfect kind of jazz to groove to while writing.
So yes, you’ll be seeing more poetry here, both my normal stuff (short prose poems) and some more experimental stuff. We’ll see how it goes.
This morning I was thinking about the fear we live in. And how most of that fear is a product of conditioning by a system designed to keep us subjugated through the application of fear in the most subtle and insidious of ways.
– The fear that we aren’t achieving enough.
– The fear that we aren’t good enough.
– The fear that we aren’t smart enough.
– The fear that we aren’t rich enough.
– The fear that we aren’t thin enough.
And the list could go on and on. In most cases no-one is brow beating you with this stuff. It’s just sewn into the fabric of our society. You see it on your TV. You hear it from your teachers and your so called superiors. You see it on the cover of the magazines you read or pass by in the shops. It’s in the books you read and the news you watch. It’s on your Facebook feed and the tweets you read. And it’s in the stories we tell each other.
It’s all around us.
And we really don’t question it that much. We accept it as par for the course of being human. The problem as I see it, is that we kill ourselves to be rid of the fear by satisfying the false conditions to make the fear go away. So I’ll work longer and harder to achieve more. I’ll starve myself to be thin enough to count. I’ll work more to earn more at the expense of my friends and family just for a shot at being relevant.
I wonder what it would be like to not be covered in this fear? Too live a life of pure joy. Pure joy being the absence of all of these fears, in which we can do something for the sake of itself with no attachment to outcomes, but as an expression of love.
I know that’s not how the system is designed, but it’s sometimes fun to fantasize about a fear free system.
Anyway such talk isn’t meant for Friday afternoons. It’s time to start thinking about beer and pizza, my friends. So…