Maybe it’s Easter, or the mandatory and unavoidable amount of alcohol, in which I am somewhere a victim and hope for an excuse, consoling myself that even greater classics than me created their timeless thoughts in this manner.
For example, representing the style of Hemingway’s poetics, according to which “write drunk, edit sober,” in the lack of time, skipping the sober-up period, I pour my thoughts onto you.
Keeping in mind the writing of another thinker: “Now the alcohol flared up in him, his eyes shone feverishly, and with the distorted judgment of a drunken man, he saw his confused findings as brilliant.”
However, I am bothered by the feeling of how the mass human species can be guided on the fragile planet called Earth so as not to destroy itself or the celestial body that serves as its home.
Perceiving the shadow of lobbying lurking behind the incomprehensible regulations of everyday life, perhaps it doesn’t affect us now, but in 20-30 years, our children and grandchildren will be the ones to suffer!
I have always been a people-pleaser. Now, as I approach my end, this is coupled with the thought of what I will leave behind for my loved ones…
This feeling of helplessness is not good!
Sorry if I’m too much…