Oh geeze, where to start?
It always seems to me that when I start down on any given path the first reactions I get from the planet are curveballs. They’re never “Man, I didn’t think of that” twists, just slightly obvious and rather disappointing banalities that fall under the label “survival”.
I’m sick of just surviving. I need to thrive or I might as well be dead.
The rub seems to be that in order to thrive I need Hope… and in order to Hope I have to feel like I’m going to survive. Unless I can find some way into tricking myself into having Faith.
Not easy for the professional agnostic.
So until then I’ll believe it when I see it, and it’s hustle, shuffle, hustle.
