I follow a number of interesting blogs, among them that of TK Coleman, a self-described philosopher whose blog tagline reads: “Ideas are my intoxication. Philosophy is my psychedelic.”
In a recent post, titled “Escape,” Coleman discusses the nature of “personality:” what it is, how it’s formed, how we and others experience our own.
He begins by sharing the “conventional wisdom,” that we:
“can’t escape the reality of who we are by changing the location of our physical environment,”
A blossom just about to fall on a foggy morning
I’m having one of those days. I’m just managing to hang on. By a thread.
Here’s to everyone else out there who is doing the same. We are not alone. You aren’t; and I’m not either.
We’re going to make it through this minute, this hour, this day. Tomorrow will dawn and the fog will have lifted.
And if doesn’t lift by tomorrow, it will the next day, or the next. But it will. I’m not alone. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. And there are others too. Many others. Some, like The Belle Jar, who think they might not make it, but who hang in there with the pain and somehow make it through.
Hangin’ by a thread, and hangin’ on. With you. We have each other. Things are looking up already even in the eye of the storm…
English: Tropical Depression One upon being declared (Photo credit: Wikipedia)