If you’ve been reading my blog for a while then you know I’m a stoner, and have been one for a while now, and I’ve gone through many different stages of use, setting up all kinds of goals for moderation throughout the years, at times following through and at times not so much. Now, although I still consume weed, at this stage in my life I’m no longer naïve enough to believe that life’s problems, its tragedies and lessons, can all be simply avoided or ignored by chemical means, and that true happiness can possibly be found in such a way. I used to think this way when I was younger, and now I can tell that it was actually nothing but my own fear of life that was causing me to elevate weed, and psychoactive substances in general, to a level of protectors, seeing them kinds of antidotes against all of the world’s bullshit, something to keep all the ugliness of life at bay and keep one moving effortlessly through life’s hurdles. I was seeking a false sense of comfort that I now realize simply can’t last forever when it is derived from substances. These days I try to remain aware of the realization that every single life has a purpose on this earth, and it’s the same with every movement that happens under the sun, and every movement beyond it. This includes thoughts and ideas, because everything comes down to frequency, which is a measurement of movement. Everything interconnects to create the present moment, which includes all the good, all the evil, all the joy and the despair of this present moment. Everything is happening at once, influencing the next moment, when everything is once again happening, all at once. All joy serves a purpose, as well as all sorrow, and in my experience, weed in particular is a substance that doesn’t drown the sorrow but rather amplifies it, all the while portraying it in a totally different perspective for you to consider. It really amplifies life in general, so that means everything becomes amplifies, both the good and the bad. This amplified feeling of awesome wonder, of overwhelming significance, is the greatest motivator to get a person to learn, to study, to love, to seek. Once you’ve had a glimpse of it you can’t help but feel like the possibilities are endless, but you have to realize that the true value to extract from it, or from any learning experience, can only come from putting that sense of inspiration into practice and building something out of it. If we keep doing nothing but chasing that state that inspired us in the first place, we are bound to run into depression sooner or later. We will become stuck in stressful thought bubble. Life’s lessons absolutely must be applied. They can never be simply shrugged off and ignored, or put off to learn from later. We can encounter them by any means, whether from love or hate, from a beautiful and simple synchronicity, from something that reminds us of an important idea which will shape our destinies, whether we know it at that moment or not. We must also remember though, that these lessons can also arrive as harsh and sudden realizations. All the pain of the newly discovered truth, suddenly unleashed in a single moment. The fact is that life’s lessons can never be ignored, and there is no sense in trying to hide from them. We must do everything in our power to be prepared for when they come, because our future will be dictated by our reactions to these lessons. Is it right? Is it fair? I don’t know. Is it pleasant? Not really. It’ scary. And strange. It seems to me like that’s just how it is though. We’re here though. What can we do? Rebel against everything and drown out life and the world? I don’t think so.
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