I Me Mine

I wake up and try to make the day positive. I think to myself, "Today will be a good day." While I am aware of my higher self it's fairly simple for the days to go well, but while I work and begin to lose sight of my clarity and become jumbled with the consumer driven world I begin to feel more and more desperate for positivity. I look around and everyone around me is driven by greed.

I enjoy not being so self absorbed and freeing myself of my ego. It seems that I can only really do it when I'm working with my hands, as I have some sort of mental block with meditation, but it brings up the thought that others probably have the same thoughts as me in this line of work, but we're all so wrapped up in our own little greedy worlds that we can't share our thoughts with one another unless we take mind altering substances, which I've dismissed as a viable solution for any kind of large social change.

There's this voice in me that looks around and cries silently when I start thinking about the violence and hate and greed that consumes our societies. It certainly doesn't help that I work where they sell guns and I am around some of the most pro-war people there are. If we melted all the guns down we could finally be free of some of this fear that holds us as people back. Always afraid of what we're going to lose as if we have a choice or a say in the matter.

I believe there will be change coming, as many people here, and I know that my path is already set for me. The synchronicities peaked a while ago and now I'm living day to day, moment to moment, waiting for some sign or feeling to guide me on my path. It seems like the journey has been so long but it has only been a few years.

I'd write more but I suffer from terrible writers block since I quit smoking and generally imbibing pot.

Peace