Today, this morning, as I wake having binged for the past two weeks on old Western shows, Actually it started when I discovered YouTube has WWII movies, and went on from there, I wake, remembering everything.
Afghanistan just happened and the president, looking at his watch, has announced he has successfully brought home ninety percent of the people.
I think of my friends who are still struggling with PTSD and alcoholism. I saw one friend again in the emergency room, tired of being drunk.
I see my own weaknesses as I am not able to sleep. Wakened by my brain crashing in around me: memories, hopes and dreams. I think of other people I know and love, suffering from one form of mental illness or another.
The thought comes to me: how much of this struggle is because we are unable to cope with reality?
I have friends who died after shooting themselves: addictions of various kinds killing them — us slowly.
So, the world isn’t what we had hoped and planned. We either play it safe, or take a chance. we either step out or hide under a rock. Always, we hurt the ones who love us and hide from those who would (maybe) like to help. The pain of being wounded by our friends. or knowing that we have wounded our friends.
Could it be that all the addictions and mental illnesses are the result of not being able to cope and accept reality? It is something to think about. and study. then, to seek out and discover: which part of all this is reality?