Energy

Energy is inherently neutral, not being anything in particular, other than a universal force that can create, change, destroy, process, maintain, love, hurt, defend, dream, or anything else that is a verb. The same bit of energy can be used for either the sacred or the mundane. How and where it is expended, and what it transforms, are what determine its current personality and nature. New agers call it kundalini, Freudians call it libido, writers call it creativity, doctors call it life, electricians call it electricity, and so on.

Seeking the bad

Our brain is wired to notice the bad or potentially bad, as this is critical to our survival, both individually and collectively. The more shades of negativity or uncertainty we perceive, the more ability we have to protect ourselves and resolve situations before they evolve into disasters.

Compared to the bad, perceiving the good has less survival value, and so we make fewer distinctions regarding the good, assigning fewer words to it.

Humanity is obsessed with the bad.

A poor fit

Some roles fit us perfectly, like a tailor-made glove, but others are like a poor fitting pair of jeans, either too tight or loose. We never get comfortable wearing them, and embarrass ourselves trying.

Know your place in this world. Wear what fits, and leave the masquerade behind you.

The playing field

There is no such thing as a level playing field. Relativity is your station in life. In every aspect of living, you are relatively better off or worse off than your fellow human being, and this continuously cycles from one to the other, keeping you stuck in a competitive game of offense and defense, your self-preservation dependent upon your continued gamesmanship. You play to win or draw even; or give up and become somebody’s roadkill.

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Camouflaged impressions

I’ve noticed that nothing is what it seems, and that I’m never too old to be fooled by something or someone. Never fully trust a first impression, nor any subsequent impressions for that matter. There is always something you’re not aware of, maybe the unpleasant surprise waiting for you, camouflaged with impressions.