So years ago I’d fight tooth and nail for an ideal. I thought that important and I’d have a narrow range of thought with most of it thinking I’m right!
I’m 49. I’ve been symptomatic most of my life. I’ve always had an overactive mind. I thought too much about little things and I think honestly it just made me a dope…I was plenty smart enough but in my teenage years that paranoia crept in and I just knew enough to keep me estranged and in trouble. Yeah I knew some things but basic living was a problem…
Getting diagnosed wasn’t a bad thing. Psychosis was a journey but you pay your dues in this world. I certainly paid mine. Nowadays though. I’m 49. Unattached and so much of what I’d call a loose person. I used to worry with the weight of the world on my shoulders like the Nietzche idea of lightness or weight. I used to think I was weight. The world bore down on me but now I am lightness…
I float through the world with ties but there’s no weight. I’m just doing my thing and love, not weight or pressure is what defines me! I’m loose as a goose most times and that isn’t a bad thing…Life without expectation can be pretty bloody cool!