I think I know what I am supposed to feel. I have pseudo memories of what I went through before my “Jimmy” stage in highschool. The spirit that I have forgotten. I remember having faith in being able to come back to sanity after visiting extreme fantasies; it was suppose to be simple. The answer was everywhere, all I needed to do was to look at what is real. Now as I am trying to go to sleep, I quite my mind and I feel what is real, I can see the difference between the loud and spasmic concerns in my imagination and the serenity of the real world; well, I bet it’s only serene because everyone is asleep. But the difference is there: the amazing miracle of Life vs. the traumas of everyday lives. I don’t think I had a complete spirit in high school, but it was more living than I am now; it knew SOMETHING!
And so it could really be this, that all the answers lie in the present, in the real, and this is why is so simple to obtain them, and why we should not worry about having access to them, because they are always here.
I feel it, like I have written before: my emotions, everything I feel, everything that happens, it does not mean anything, nothing suggests an action to be taken on your part, it just is. But how does one get rid of the interpretations? How does one get rid of the connections? Quite your mind and focus on what is REALLY happening. It’s all coming down to this, this silence of mind, to focus on the real world while everyone else lives in an inconvenient fantasy. I don’t really know if this is really the way out of this world; but I am sure that, at least for now, I have faith in it.
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