Don’t think you can box me, and I won’t try to box you.
Sometimes fate/the Universe/God/biological determinism/behavioral conditioning shines upon you.
And therein is my point.
I’m content at this point in my life to live in integrity and wholeness whether anyone else “gets it”, can slap a handy label on it, or… put it in a box… or not. Some people will look on that and call it selfishness.
Well, they’re right.
And they’re wrong.
Of, course, rarely is anything ever as easy as one or the other. The need in life to avoid binary choices for yourself (or others) in order to be healthy and happy also means categories become numerous and, eventually, meaningless.
I’m reminded of a line from “The Mob Song” in Beauty and The Beast:
“We don’t like what we don’t understand, in fact, it scares us, and this monster is mysterious at least”
Could it be our global problems are as simple as rejecting an artificial taxonomy for ourselves and others and living into and accepting whatever amorphous “is” presents itself?
No, of course not. Nothing is ever that simple.
But it’s a start.
The post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what is written.