“Freedom’s slave.” This phrase is fascinating to me. The words evoke a sense of mayhem and magic, and of paradox and painful lessons. A world-traveling friend gave the words to me as a gift. (He knows I collect such things.) He told me he had seen a tattoo of that phrase two different times in his many years of travel. One of the tattoos was inked on the forearm of a fellow traveler, a scammer and nascent chaos-hound traveling through…
A while back I was involved in an infuriating (to me) conflict that seemed to be made up of a lot of little niggly nothings that got blown up into bigness. It stopped me in my tracks and got me riled up…badly.
Another IPS (Inner Peace Symptom): an understanding that past mistakes have consequences and what we have been and done does not just disappear because of good intentions now. [Sometimes it takes a long time to get back to pono.] It seems to be a given. We’re clumsy oafs, us humans. Often we break things without meaning to. Our words and our actions break hearts and shatter lives – our own and those of the ones we love.
Apparently there is a fairly new form of social angst going ’round, a mind-set gone viral in the past decade or so. The people- in-the-know call it “FOMO.” The acronym stands for the “Fear Of Missing Out,” it says here.