Meeting the devil on the journey home is an ancient story. Most accidents happen within a few miles of home. We let our guard down when we think we’re almost there. If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the lines on it are painted with relief.
It feels elusive to me today.
What I’ve learned in my journey is that even when something feels far away, it doesn’t mean it’s going to be work to get there. Sometimes, I just have to hold on and enjoy the ride.
That doesn’t mean life’s always a downhill ride. But for every hill I climb, there is always a downhill on the other side.
We can sometimes be a little self-congratulatory, here in Seattle, about all of our good intentions. We disregard how apparent it is that all the good intentions in the world don’t effect change. Change is difficult: it requires time and effort, which are apparently in short supply.
So keep being, you beautiful creature.
We’re all down here in the mud, though some are dirtier than others. Do you really want to be the guy who is pointing your dirty finger at others shouting about how filthy they are?
Shame sucks. All the more so when it comes from people who are trying to shame someone into a narrow idea of what’s acceptable. People shouldn’t have to be ashamed of being who they are.
I used to believe in myself, but people wore me down with their doubt. There’s a saying, “if you don’t believe in yourself, why would anyone else?” But that’s not how it works, it’s the other way around. I’ve decided to start believing in myself again, anyway.
Finding out what’s really happening is one of life’s greatest challenges, if indeed there is only one “happening” going on at any particular point in time.
There’s a meme format that I like, but I don’t like to just do memes. So, this is the meme-formatted anti-meme. Sometimes the illustrations I make scare me. Then I realize they come from inside my psyche, and I gotta wonder how I’m coping at all.