A potent drift of stagnation swept me up for the last couple of days.
But I’m not surprised. What I’m more surprised by is how often this stagnation comes by, and how it reveals why, and yet it happens again and again.
Amnesia as always.
So I walk out. The cold air settled in walking around and each revelation came as a drop upon a still lake.
It’s simple: stop doing things that don’t have a return on investment.
If you ever wondered why relationships can be so painful, it’s because the usual return on investment one gets would be a bundle of memories you’d rather forget. It is rare to have constructive relationships.
Not to make yourself an investment vehicle, but to drive the point home: Imagine that, whatever you do bother with, imagine it already happened.
Now what?
It’s a simple comparison of doors opened. Do you have more doors or less doors opened after something happens?
Are you willing to lose doors for that event?
It’s like, I would rather willingly go for a jog than to instead chase away toward some safe zone before the mutant thoughts compel me to the next one.
A position of abundance to endure what does happen next.
I’m tired of the gnawing void that creeps up after finishing a show. It would be nicer to return to a spreadsheet of objectives and see how they’re progressing, than to instead discover you’ve not changed one bit and you’re destined to endure that by escaping your internal thoughts for the rest of your life.