I am up, out of bed, my wife gets me up and makes me breakfast bless her.
I guess forgetting to eat for three days may have given the game away?
I am here, doing that thing I do, except. previously in my life, I had stuff I just had to or my life would have collapsed. You know, no house, nothing collapsed. Now the problem is, if I do nothing, nothing collapses.
Nothing would change if I did nothing, the bills paid, my wife would get the shopping and pick up every bit of slack, and wouldn’t hate me for it. In fact, the more I deteriorated, she would worry and look to get me help, and do more to help me get better, being left to rot, would be the very last thing that would happen.
So how do I cope, I have nothing to do, no job left, everyone survives well without me, but I know I am not causing anything to miss a beat either.
The world really wouldn’t change, it wouldn’t miss me because it already doesn’t.
They are dead when you look at them too.
It’s true, the light from a star takes so long to reach us that when we see it the star has probably died.
When our dreams die, they die inside of us before people see that they have.
They only mattered to us, and their death only matters to us because we let it matter.
Ultimately it was all meaningless and worthless from the start.
Ever ask yourself “what was I thinking?”
A while ago I made a promise to myself that I would disengage significantly with Facebook and use it as more a group update and keep in touch tool, with opportunity for contribution.
That hasn’t always worked out quite the way I planned but more and more I was starting to get the formula into a good balance.
Well, so I thought. You do that, you think things are going in the right direction. I do that, I think things are going in the right direction, or even, more disastrously, I think they are going well.
I am re-evaluating my contribution, after a couple of weeks where I have had the realisation that my contribution is not appreciated, or to quote “adds nothing of value” and that my “essays” are not as appreciated as I had thought.
It is easy to believe you are encouraging, maybe informing, sharing knowledge, even, dread the thought, lifting someone up.
I guess I should have known, delusions are only ever allowed to last so long.