Too Many Stories
Some people identify with a group, and take on board all the stories from that group. Their group is innocent, the underdog, victimized, smarter, has the true stories... The Others are false, evil and stupid.
I'm more of a contrarian. I see apes. Miraculous, messy apes. I have no need to be absorbed by a group, I enjoy the individual. Maybe I'm fooling myself.
But I as well have too many stories swirling around my brain. I get all worked up arguing in my head. I try to stuff the whole world in my head. I search for meaning: make money, make waves, make love. It goes nowhere. I go over my stories and want to spread them zealously. Few people care.
People much more skilled and influential have tried and failed to stop this thing. I just have to accept the world as it is, my life as it is, and just enjoy the present moment. Stop making sense.
I wish I was born 100 000 years ago. On a wild planet. Knowing only my tribe, and my limitless habitat. The smell of nature. Teeming with life. The billions are weighing on me.
peace ✌️ 💜
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