What needs to change?

What needs to change isn’t what we think it is.

What we feel angry about is never what we think it is.

The greatest anger we have is towards oneself. The cause of anger is not the world, or people but how we are in front of them. My greatest sorrow is not about what others did to me, but what I did to myself.

Learning the truth has freed me from thinking that others had anything to do with my sorrows, failures and discontent in life.

We always have a choice. No choice comes without consequences.

For everything that we have in our lives we have paid a price. To have stability we may have sacrificed truth. For love we may have given up art. For children we may have given up love. For safety we may have given up joy.

Each person on the street is an unsung hero or heroine. In those eyes there is sorrow, pain, anger, discontent. So few walk the streets as if they are present. Most live quietly in another time, another place. Anywhere but here, because here is what birthed from that choice.

What hurts us is our own idea of how things should be or could have been if life had been different. Reality moves like a pen writing itself, each pixel a choice that we have made. Sometimes the choice is made even before birth. We can stay silent in front of reality, or we can speak about this prison of the mind, describing the slippery slimy walls, where old fetid ideas give off an odour of things long dead, a bittersweet melancholy of what had once lived.

I walk the path downstream, gazing at death as it first kills, then breaks and removes the debris of all things. Death’s embrace is sorrows cold icy touch on the heart. It is an emptiness like a black hole. I see no reason to serenade Death. Death has no joy and should not have it. Death’s job is to die and remove the old. It must have sorrow to do its job.