Last year was a pretty good year for me–at least in theory. I think good and bad tend to exist on a sliding scale that is rooted to whatever best and worst experiences, seasons, etc. a person tends to have. Even within the year there are stretches of success and failure, happiness and shadows, etc. I’ve been all over the place with my perceptions of that. I think I’ve reached one fundamental decision: I’m going to stop reading my horoscope. Turns out the universe isn’t always interested in our best interest but instead exists purely for the sake of a larger truth and mission. Me having a good and meaningful day often has little to do with that.
As I rant I think it is especially important to recognize that a lot of good and bad and right and wrong, etc. is based largely on perception. We can see the world as for us or against us without the world even knowing who we are. It is all tied into our ego and the human need to be part of something larger and to matter. What if, in the end, we are no more important than a mayfly?
Sometimes such darkness finds even me.