…are like walking, or rather dragging yourself through mud.
As if fighting windmills on your way forward.

But even in this mudwalking, something remains still.
Relaxed through it all, it is not you walking. It is walking itself.
Mud will be mud. With no goal to reach or something to become. Mud is just mud.

So easy, this life.
No. Beyond easy. Effortless.

Will friends disappear? Will I become a boring piece of furniture, forgotten and unloved?
What will happen?

Better is the enemy of good.

I will never be understood.

I walk alone in a world of connections, savouring the experience of everything.
Understanding is a fiction we long for, just like we strive for money to feel safe.

There are actions to be taken, but none of them will change who I am.
None of them will make anyone understand.

As long as I strive to be understood, I will be a slave to my mind.

Is there too much to do?

Or just a desire to do it all to gain something hard to define?

What happens if you just stop. No doing. Nothing. Sit still. Do nothing.

Will you start moving again before you realize you did?

Hurry, don’t miss out. You do not want to be the last one standing
when the snow come landing.

Being stuck means that you want to get somewhere in the future and not go with they it is.

But you would not call a hungry man that eats disciplined. He just eats. Because not doing so would become increasingly unbearable.

In the same way, a disciplined man doesn’t force himself. He just responds effortlessly to an urge from within.