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Sublimely Oblivious

 


The view as I traverse the sidewalks, paths, roadways I see most people appearing sublimely oblivious.  How? Most appear to disassociate from their present moments. It is seen with or without headsets.  With or without chatter on phones.  With or without chatter on hand held devices,  and so forth.

Yes, those of you covering your ears and minds in the open air. Some have not ever ventured outside to walk or run daily or at all, till a pandemic took away your escape of over-socializing away. Needing external entertainment.

The need to be with groups, clicks  and so forth to feel. To feel something.  That something that is within us. That which is meant to feel deeply alone, to understand oneself.  To understand one's self existence.  We have denied it, until we were recently forced.

And when we were forced,  we appeared walking like drunk sailors wandering the decks of our roadways like ships being pushed in a storm.  But you see we created this uneasiness.

The uneasiness we needed.  It is from n the collective source of our unwillingness to find out and face who we are privately.  No. I'm not saying this as an experience of any particular religion.  I'm not that type.

It's the connection to nature, dust, earth, sky, air and so forth we need to reckon with it individually.  We have to wonder and ask ourselves why we need exterior stimulation.  Which quite often never seems to be enough.  So, we overeat,  oversex, overdrink, etc...

This makes a mess of our lives.  We are never satisfied.  No, I'm not speaking of contentment.  I'm speaking of complacency and the unwillingness to create a healthier life, where progress from within each individual is able to be embraced and applied,  making for a better world for all. We needed and need this private personal time for reflection and hopefully gratefulness. It has been for individual and collective spiritual growth---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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