I want to draw your attention to my truth.
I am not now, nor have I ever been, brilliant.
It’s a patently untrue allegation.
You, dear reader, know this as well as I do.
You’ve been the ones telling me how much I don’t realize, how much I don’t know, how little I understand and how simplistic my suggestions are. What I write about is so obvious that, even as you’re reading, your very bright thinker dismantles and dismisses as trite or childish . . . the voice in the wilderness . . .
There’s no fault or blame.
We’re both doing our best to reach one another and connect.
It really sucks internally, as a quasi-aware struggler, to be stepping into the unknown and the unknowable every day.
That’s what we do.
We rest (as we can, as best we can)
We rise (as we can, as best we can)
And we step in to today.
To have another try . . . this is the practice we engage in . . . awares or unawares . . .
This is the growth process of our own consciousness.
And our own joy.
Even this simple man has come to accept that I do not understand any of whys of this. I have also accepted that the ‘why’ questions are mental quicksand.
Still, I must report. I am finding what I am seeking.