Its been a week now since my first post and didnt get to it today although had the will to.
Daily weed smoker, desperately depressed, not many friendships.
Even saying this simple truth a lot of people would have negative feelings towards me. What if it read, “avid reader, believer in a higher power and into tennis. Travels 4 times a year amid a busy exec position temporarily with the title pssing by to a leadership role”.
How would people think of me then? its been said enough, but ill say it again. Our world is fucked up.
Our existence is based on getting one over the other person, limits and thresholds ever changing, the people with not so much put up with more shit. Like a dystopian bleak sci-fi movie, the would be next president of the United States nearly shot dead by a would be assassin, killed before first hand interaction could be possible.
Working in the, “trenches” in between leadership and the sales team in Operations.
Most difficult points for me is getting by the cripling feeling of desperation of being trapped in this existence, concrete jungle.
When i came back from New Zealand 12 years ago i was pretty down and feeling like i was being commited to a life of sadness - a complete dead end.
A belief in something else could hold us on by. So this writing project can be a good way to start building up a library of poignant thoughts/ experiences and life lessons.
Have a good week everybody!
