Foolishly forgetting we have to stoke our own fire is a waste of our flames. Yet, we’re pandemically trampled. Coronavirus edginess is running as rampant as the rats usually rule New York City. The effects are not solely shutting down our places of vital access ease, vacation travels that balance us, or our livelihood in job income to opportunities for those in need of entering that market arena. Pointedly, this contagion is plaguing people in more internal ways. It’s shutting us down personally. Our emotions are being overhauled largely without our consent. Our minds are having to strain to anticipate a brave new world minus the contract of such an event ever occurring. We want to keep our cool. We’re asked to keep our cool. But, there’s very little that’s cool about this (ine)quality of life. Therefore, I’d like to introduce a vibing to alight policy pattern. It’s ‘simplicity’ is about instituting good vibrations.
Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. ~Jorge Luis Borges, “A New Refutation of Time”
Our power is persistently sucked into a standoff between the globe and our souls. In order to harmonize the two, we end up rambling against verbose headwinds. Ostensibly arrived and always aiming to thrive we’re caught in crummy currents missing that dubious handbook on living the dream. Culture clash has far surpassed the famed cult classic satirical performance troupe. Instead, we see the herding of hysterical heads. Imperialism was meant for my history lessons here in the USA. Now, we’re facing daily floodgates of translucent disintegration. Sign us up for atonement trysts banishing tartness to a galaxy well beyond ours. I’m all for escorting in arousal of the fittest… resituating any discombobulated happiness hunks to chunks of our ability that is. Not to harsh your mellow, but it’s a fine time to regain as much of your composure as humanely possible.
Funks are merely asking for fervent attention. Swathed in the company of collective muzzling or scraping to remove the old with some things evincively novel, many clamber to keep their spirit excited over burning down. For me, everything is wound through the crowd with whom I’m gambling. If I’m trenching supportively synced I’m best able to persevere relatively unscathed. As soon as I’m informed of your jagged blades I set myself for a foundational jailbreak. Cocooning when we’re on borrowed time thirsty to dismount dysfunctional functioning is culpable. To entertain the brilliance compared to ridiculous, we’re called to spring forth as Kung Fu Panda’s legendary training to vaulting victory-snaring sequence. No matter our crawl from clumsy through stomach queasy strides and during exasperatingly inept retries, what awaits us is the retrieval of our lovey-dovey sagacity.
There’s no longer any regularly scheduled programming. We’re left to reset ourselves during this scourge ferreting the worst of our shallows. Bungling toward a shimmering future kindles Blade Runner~esque replicant atrocities I think we don’t care to replicate. Mislaid nerves and conceited chiefs insert questions at our every turn. Touring the inside of any brain these days is a jarring binging on all sorts of devils. Partying on a losing streak is confining our choices to deprived vexation. While you could end up with inflammatory muck, you’re also able to exude divergent rush. When we stop fidgeting with karmic imbalance we’re telling creation we’ve filled our share of stingers so let’s get to removing them, please. Inheriting the idea that our juju is self-inflicted isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. However, unearthing the flare for curbing our forlorn volitions is the decorum to solicit.
Quite nobly, I haven’t a clue what I’d do subtracting my bestie friends and family, namely my sister. These gentlefolk are the superglue adhering with my abuses, excuses, or valorous applause. They know when to read me the riot act for my attachment caving. Same as they’re limber enough to flex every mushy muscle they can muster when my luster has begun lacking. According to nurture our nature instinctively empathizes with connection. Albeit this compliance disappoints wherein dealings are detrimental. The higher our stealth meter when it comes to collecting humans with whom we ought to unite the better ensconced our health. In plain English, you’ll persistently astound surrounded by a tribe dearly in love with you. Waving a vibrational wand of luminosity is nothing shy of galvanizingly great. Your glistening is a prerogative for prevailing as a person.
May the wavelength of your cheery vibes be a torch you can carry eternally.