We have so many terrible collective failures. But we’re not totally fucked.
A few days ago, I woke up very early and noticeably uncomfortable and in a bad mood. I don’t know why exactly, because we never really know ourselves, but I was bothered. I just sat with it for a while and listened quietly to my mind; the world itself gets very quiet when I do that, and I can “see” thoughts moving around in my head, fragments of my spirit that are floating around my unconsciousness. I can hear my bad thoughts, my sad thoughts, my despair and…
"All of humanity will have discovered fire for the second time." Unforgettable.
What I'm getting is: expand, do more, be more, matter more. The world wants people that matter in recognizable ways. The tough balance that I hear is between being part of something bigger than myself and putting myself in the center of that thing. I guess they both have to happen, and they both take courage! Appreciate it.
It took a while to realize it’s only the beginning of my story
I hate tradition, which means that several times a year when it really comes alive, I drive my friends and family crazy. It’s boring, it’s annoying and weird, and frankly, it’s kind of dangerous. It’s the cause of a lot of family drama all over the place, and way too much drinking. Passover is one of those days for me.
I am Jewish, which mattered so much to my zionistic Israeli parents who literally risked their lives repeatedly through acts of bravery to preserve and create something…
