All that we are is a result of what we have thought. A thought is a seed, that if cultivated, can grow into a deed. Actions have reactions, and if repeated, they become habits. Habits are the fabric of our lives, they are what make up our days, and what we fill up our days with is that which makes us all that we are, and all that we are becoming. We are forever becoming, forever in the process of finding unity with life, of attempting to form some type of understanding of it all. We are a constant work in progress, both individually and collectively, always in the process of transmutation. We are either going nowhere yet thinking otherwise, or going somewhere without realizing it. Either we are walking towards hidden blessings, beautiful surprises, or towards a dark abyss of death and despair, of loneliness and confusion. Who knows which one it is. We try to remain hopeful, but many of us aren’t able to. Our own issues prevent us from being there for each other. We are drowning in thought, drowning in debt, in regret, in anxiety, in depression, in desire. Drowning in one thing or the other. Maybe even drowning in death. Drowning in the thought of it, in the dreaded feeling of fear that accompanies that thought. Maybe even desiring it. We don’t choose where we are born, under what circumstances. Some say we do, that we choose our struggles before we come to this earth. I don’t know if it would be nice to believe that or not. I mean, it’s all possible. There’s no proof though. I guess it would be nice, since it would mean that all our pain is really self-inflicted, and not somehow mandated to us or dictated upon us. Anyway, we are what we think. We are what we feel. Whether we can control those things or not is another story altogether, but there’s no denying that we become what we pay attention to, and what we give our energy to. We can see this all around us. We try to stay positive, to see the glass as half full, even though we all know the world as we know it isn’t worth shit. There’ so much trouble in the world. Bob Marley knew it. Was he happy because he was always stoned? I don’t know. If you know me you know I’m far from criticizing him, and as a lifelong stoner, my question is a serious one. A decade ago, I would have answered with a sure yes. Nowadays I don’t know. What is happy, and what can make us happy? Perhaps human connection and understanding, I think. It’s much deeper than death. It’s deeper than the despair that comes with death, and it’s deeper than the pain of life. Definitely much deeper than drugs. I mean, drugs, music, art, entertainment… these things can only amplify life, and I for one know how much they do. They themselves aren’t life though. Life is love, and love is life. Family, friends, relationships, children, mutual respect and understanding.
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