I’ve been having a hard time, lately. Harder than usual.
I lost my mom last week. I’ve written some unfiltered posts about it on my tumblr. You can see them in chronological order here: day 0, day 3, day 7, day 8, and day 9.
That last one I wrote a few hours ago and almost posted to this blog. But I didn’t. Because it reflects a view of reality that I don’t really like. It might very well be how I feel right now, but it’s not how I want to see the world.
I don’t want to be hopeless.
But I’m afraid I am right now.
My world has been shaken to its core and I’m still trying to figure out how this new world works.
It’s clear that fairness doesn’t matter. Neither does individual will or hard work. Destiny or a higher power is a load of bull-crap too.
Doing the best you can, will not get you what you want. The world – at its core – does not care about you.
We are all going to die. It's just a matter of when.
I know there is freedom somewhere in this realization too. Freedom to let go. Freedom to spend your time however you please. Freedom to not care about trivial shit. And freedom to find joy in the simple things.
But I’m not there yet.
Instead I’m sitting at the edge of a black hole, wondering what the point of it all is.
If I ever figure it out I’ll let you know.