Another stupid Jeff Foster post on the subject of grief (link)
So, I don't know why I torture myself reading stuff on this topic. I keep hoping I'll "wake up," or some such business, from the misery of my current experience. Once again, Jeff recommends to stay with the experience in a all its messiness and look for a hidden gem. Life, being the totality of every experience, is supposed to somehow be allowed to include millennia of suffering but gets a pass because it also includes baby goats and ice cream? Death and loss are to be accepted because there's always new grass in the spring?
I really prefer the dream, provided we can stick to the elements that make you feel good. I've seen enough of this side of the coin. Can't we just make a coin with two identical sides? Y'all can live in this dualistic craphole and embrace whatever messiness you like. Someone order me up a nice fairytale heaven, with shiny polished everything and no poop. I'll let you know when I get tired of 24/7 joy and bliss and we can watch a 5 min video of my current life. Then I'll go back to the eternal happiness, please, thank you.
And no, I haven't pushed the button yet. Kinda hoping Khrushchev will call first.
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