Mindless Awakening


Awakening in a Mindless World

If there are more neural connections in our brain than stars in the Milky Way, then why are we so clueless?  

Embracing my own mindlessness, I step forward.  This vulnerability shifts my paradigm.

So how do we become more mindful in a mindless world?  It begins with remembering: everything has been thought of before.  

Now the question is—can we think of it again?

I grew up courting triumphant disaster,  witnessing the best of financial times in an emotionally distant society.  

Raised in the material swirl of 1960s Washington, D.C.,  I longed for future wisdom.  But shame and guilt, born of our self-indulgent world,  have often eclipsed such progress.

The question remains:  How adaptive are we, truly, in our quest to survive?  

Do we treasure resources for the future—or are we deluded? I’ve come to embrace the insignificance of temporary things,  while holding space for the whole catastrophe.  

In searching for a greater cosmic consciousness,  I discovered that my pain and the world’s suffering are one and the same.  

We are all connected.

If our brains hold more connections than stars,  why do we stumble in the dark?  To become mindful in a mindless world,  we must remember—and reimagine.  

We’re on the edge.  

Just think of where we’re climbing. The secret is to look up, not down. If we don’t save our land, our end is not far.

Awakening I can explore new ways to manage my anxiety and accept life as it is.  It is my choice whether my remaining time hear is hellish or heavenly. May I benefit from remembering to lessen my suffering and laugh when I forget.



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