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Daily writing practice

2022/6/24 #poetry Just a little bit closer to the vision set for myself. The vision of the life without struggle. Tiny progress, impeded by roadblock after roadblock, but progress however small. Looking forwards, & holding to the vision, taking steps, proceeding on.

2022/6/23 #poetry Every day is different, yet things don't seem to change. I notice patterns, I expect the same outcomes. What even could be better?

2022/6/22 With total understanding of all the effects, and secondary effects and so on, what choices would we make? Is it only our ignorance, this veil of unknowing, that allows us to act at all? Might we still do things that produce negative effects since time and other options would have even worse results?

2022/6/21 #poetry I plan to go far away I do not know to where You're welcome to come along if you feel that you care Somewhere close to nature but that has people too it should facilitate everything that we might want to do

2022/6/20 #poetry After you've learned to value something care for something in some way, when you see that care not being applied some subtle abuse being perpetrated it can seem quite vile the violence of ignorance but it's just a perspective determined by your current values ones that you too had to learn

2022/6/19 #poetry 'Meaning' even without context, could have some, but 'meaning meaning meaning meaning meaning' has no meaning. Just syllables on the wind. Meaning seems so deeply required but that's only when there's an identity involved.

2022/6/18 #poetry When the fruit gets ripe you better be ready. It'd be a pity to let it go bad. There's only so much you can eat, as you know. Each stomach has its limit, even if it's ironclad. When it's not too much, fruit juicy, flavor rich, can fill you up & make you glad.

2022/6/17 #poetry Throughout the places I visit, in this great conurbation, collected & created objects are everywhere. Way too many to count. Too many to even notice all of them. Management of innumerable objects occupies the days of major portions of the population. All creatures live in a world of things, our things have just taken on such specific purposes that often they seem strange or unnecessary, that purpose being lost or not salient for a time.

2022/6/16 #poetry The churning fog of my possible future. Swirling about, buffeting my mind up, down, & all around. I should remember to remain steady, centered. I have the skill, I could use it & live without worry. Yet the fluctuating possibilities are so compelling, & the skill takes some effort to implement & is hardly ever top of mind. Hardly worth it, right?

2022/6/15 #poetry I assume that, when I fail to take action, I have made a mistake. I console myself with the reminder that it could have been a mistake had I acted. I may have saved myself a lot of trouble. As consolation, it rarely suffices.