Prompted by: not being in gear
I’m awake, but floating helplessly in a loose and swirly sense.
Getting in gear is sensible and desirable, because I have a lot of work to do and prefer a harmonious (with enough dissonance for interest) groove.
Since I feel wrong just sitting here, words impress to the public reach with no focus upon their receipt.
Am I weak under the circumstances? What is weakness in a purely energetic reality?
We live and die by definition. To clarify, definition is godly within human perception (which relies upon definition for expression).
I don’t have a conscious grasp regarding the destination of these words (this definition), but I remain confident in the naturally flowing decisions.
My dad taught me that sometimes you have to let life come to you. He’s right about that definition.
So here I am, following my instincts to flow naturally during this looseness and casual swirls that presses upon my patience. I want to work. I want to succeed. Anxiety joins the moment.
Tinkering with words within this post forms potential purpose, and perhaps will reach… a point.
And if all goes well, currents of energy forming my experience will align to resonate a return to the traditional expectation of productivity — generating resources for survival.
The ‘tough guy’ mentality forming might makes right to drive humanity frowns upon my situation. I must press hard to honor that tradition, like pulling my respectable tie tight against my throat. I must push through this weakness, as defined by their bluntness.
Or like a plastic bag artistically dancing along the wind in a now fairly old screening beyond my memory, that push conforms to the currents of this situation, so not simplistic human expectation.
My health feels right, as I learn to adapt to this supposed weakness, because maximum responsibility remains.
Other folks are not so lucky. No matter the overwhelmingly complex structure of energy currents forming our health, you (if you’re one of those folks) need to force compliance with that tradition — even if it breaks you.
That breakage happens too often, and unlike the release of light from a glow stick after “breaking” it, actual breakage is the dragging down the road to abuse.
It’s the risk of medical risk, where we hope that incompetence doesn’t further harsh our harshness via excessively experimental pharmaceuticals or the combination of victims of unhealthy stress (the equally broken doctor unable to handle care).
It’s the burden that begs for creativity in a truly free world.
It’s a mistake by any sane definition, as demonstrated by the obscene amounts of suffering throughout society.
Yet it’s the expectation by society’s dominant definition, and who’s to blame upon that breakage?
Insistence upon the conformance to a narrow path is weak, and the suffering for the comfort of others is the dam pressing against that comfort.
Responsible flexibility is necessary, and the scaremongering involving recklessness can no longer be the popular embrace, if civility counts.
The popular definition of weakness is weak, and while the definers apparently believe their security above the masses, reality is perfectly aware of the score with an undeniable need for correction against its own corruption.
Those definers are being played, and their excessively broken egos cannot identify that fact.
Of course, we’re all being played by some definition, but there’s a distinction benefiting anyone with noble intent and most competent relaxation through work. There has to be, because otherwise any definition can only sanely be defined as weak.