Don't take life too seriously....

I've heard this phrase numerous times, and a number of similar tropes along the same line.

Now I want to explore this... Why shouldn't we take life seriously... It seems like American culture absolutely avoids any serious attempts at life.

Capitalism at play????

Perturbed

I don't have a lot of empathy or sympathy for other in spite of my own circumstances and own trials & tribulations.

People develop or don't as they do. I'm finding little patience with my own family and their lack of individual initiative on being independent thinkers or doers. All during this time of transition, stress, uncertainty, and chaos. Chaos... That best describes the current moment.

I do find myself on the verge of something not good. Verge of insanity? Verge of implosion?? Verge of collapse?

I solely feel the weight of this whole situation upon me. The need to acquire the money to vacate this glorified trailer park and head back to a normalized reality for the 21st century.

Crazy Train

I don't know I last posted, or for that matter what my last post was about. The die is cast, others have set the ball in motion and a new chapter begins.

For most it's welcomed that we are forced to move. Sadly the catalyst behind it is not. I don't think I want to talk about that right now, I don't know how I feel completely about it at the moment. I know there is some anger, but the stress is paramount at the moment. The stress to get to California... The stress to be able to start over... The germinating embers of something new. Will it even happen.

Mental health has taken its toll on this family... And only shards remain.

The Japanese have an art where they take broken pottery and fuse it with gold, Kintsugi.

It's taken a long time to view things differently, to deprogram myself. The conformity of the American society runs deep, and parts remain. Education... Experiences... Openess... Reality is what you make it.