Round and Round it goes... A sun rises, the wind blows. A stirring bubbling up to the top where it stops.. nobody knows
* The Wheel *
I dream of coffee, cats, and brothers.. I dream of hangovers, scratched, confused, disoriented..
This is Life, a series of images floating, flickering past.
They are projected outward, and then perceived inward. We create them, and then believe them to be external.
Apart from us, outside of our control...
Perception is not Reality; Reality is arbitrary.
Sneaking suspicions, silent distrust. Envy, lack of confidence...
"Everyone else has their lives together.. ..and yours is falling apart."
You struggle to hold a semblance of authority...
The secret is all-knowing that you are not; no one is.
It isn't scary.. it's Liberating..
This is Part One of a stream of consciousness writing series. Comments, critiques, opinions are welcome in the comments... I hope you are looking forward to the continuation of this series.