I am overwhelmed with stuff.
Shopping, buying, consuming, acquiring, dying.
What about giving? Living? Forgiving?
I see others always rushing to the next best thing/place/person, not realizing that the chase is all there is. The destination is a delusion, the future fiction.
So I see this, I acknowledge it in others and I think I understand it on an "intellectual" level, yet I still fully participate in this chaos.
I get hung up, strung out, and I suffer. I anticipate all things good and all things bad without seeing all things around me right then, right at that (THIS) moment.
But maybe the realization that I don't realize is actually a significant realization? Maybe it's a start?
Then again, maybe there is no start, no finish line, just the infinite path that we slip and slide on an infinite amount of times.