The moon again, hanging out on the way in, the way out of work. Not much to say that hasn't been said many many times, except that it's splendiferous. Some might ask why I would even think to mention the cliche'd moon, but that is the point. I don't think to mention it, I simply do.
I've been traveling, working, dealing - finding that some people still believe in cruelty, in toughening up the kid with tough love and all that. It's not necessary, it's cruel, and adults are playing the game, and it's unseemly, tired.
Reading a blog just a few minutes ago, reading, "baby steps", I realize again, how tough 'normal' life is for some, how scars are reminders, how a pursuit so many take for granted and in stride, might be difficult for others. There is always the 'general', but also always the individual.
Thinking can be unhealthy, but it is also healthy. Some could think more, some less. When I think, sometimes I am thinking to avoid concluding. Concluding seems so final, but thinking is a meditative process. I've now reached a place where thinking is about thinking, which is as near to silence as I've ever been.
Lately, I've noticed that good intentions are suspect far too often. Too few people are comfortable with a compliment, with an offer for help. It seems to be written in some script that interest means Interest and that offers of kindness must be paid back. It seems some days that it is even difficult to help another person without motives being suspect.
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