Writing. Stream of consciousness Part 2. Don’t overthink it. Get the words on the page. Each letter has a life of its own. It forms a part of a family. Its family is the word it is a part of. Except it doesn’t grow. It stays in its place, as part of its family. Its family is part of a sentence, and a sentence is a city in the country that is a paragraph. Is the world an essay? Unfortunately, not. If it was an essay maybe it could also be a 500-word blog post. It isn’t though. Life is life. Words are words, and they can’t ever express the true wonder of whatever life is. As time goes by, I look at myself, and I don’t recognize myself. It’s therapeutic, but it’s also traumatic. Learning to let go is learning to find peace, but learning to let go still involves letting go. In other words, loss is part of learning. Can we avoid learning? I don’t think so. We’re here to learn, at least, if nothing else. My wife and I? We’re learning French together on Duolingo. I’m learning how to play the piano so I can jam out cooler melodies on my synths. I’m learning modular synthesis which is taking me into the territory of learning, or at least thinking about, electrical energy and frequency. This all takes me back to what has been my life’s passion. If anyone would have seen me growing up during my high school years, they would have probably said my passion was drugs, or getting high on them at least. Since they couldn’t see inside my mind, they wouldn’t imagine that my true passion has always been psychology, the knowledge of the mind. The way I see it, psychology and philosophy are one in the same. Psychology is the mind trying to understand itself by analyzing itself. Philosophy is also the mind trying to analyze its own world and life, which it eventually learns, ultimately means analyzing itself. It’s all such a mindfuck. Sorry, but I don’t know what else to call it. I’m not saying you need psychedelics, or any other kind of substance, to find any substance in your own life, but anyone who’s had a proper mushroom or acid trip, not to mention DMT or other things of that sort, can probably relate to the feeling of knowing the truth of life, of seeing everything so clearly, to the point that it doesn’t seem like a hallucination, but rather a fundamental truth of life that we always somehow ignore. I’m not talking about knowing any type of fact, only about knowing the simple things, the fundamental things about being humans, how to love each other and how to be good to each other, including ourselves. These are some of the reasons why psychedelics have the potential to bring about profound healing, within an individual as well as between different people. That feeling I just described is amazing. Being able to clearly see all the walls you’ve put up for yourself, all the lies you’ve told yourself or the illusions you’ve been willing to believe just to get by. You don’t have a specific plan, but somehow, just being aware of everything in that way, makes it seem like everything will be okay in the end, like you can accept yourself and accept things as they were, and as they are, and move on and grow. You feel ready to grow, ready to move on and change. The thing is that, in the end, it’s all up to each individual to actually make the change. As the trip wears off, you start to come back to your daily life, and you realize you don’t feel like you have all that understanding anymore. It was only a glimpse. It can be depressing, but it doesn’t have to be. It can be motivational instead.
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