Sometimes the reality of our situations is staggering. When whittled down to all of the terrible or amazing details, at their absolute rarest, it can literally take your breath away. Makes you question how surmountable the truth actually is. Is this fixable? Is this even worth it? How is this EVEN happening?!
But the mind is a clowntastic playground. In those moments, it is completely devoid of the illusions that make these realities sustainable; but give it a few minutes and the Monet vision will reappear and soften the incredibly harsh edges. And once again, you'll move forward with little hesitation.
It's pretty amazing. The mind devoid of empathy and illusion face plants into the pit of despair or joy and still comes out alive. The reality of what we're actually able to cope with and celebrate in this hopelessly manic/depressive life is nothing less than exhilarating.
And that's all I have to say right now, at least that's all that will come out...
