Rabbit Hole of Existential Woe

I’m sick of the echo chamber of news right now. I’m sick of petty bullshit. Cruelty. Myopic woe and platitudes. We build prisons of our own design, on the nightmares we won’t wake ourselves up from …

There are people who will tell you it can’t be done, secretly hoping you fail; And people who cheer you on every step.

People who will put you through hell; and people who will stand by your side to hell and back. Love can be a deeply unsettling place when you’re not ready for it … sometimes even when you are. Do you run?

There are people satisfied with never going beneath the surface, jump ship to hide behind the next fleeting excitement, or refuse to leave the dock at all. And those who know how to weather the storm. Surprise – It’s not the ocean, it’s not the ship. Nope.

Those who barricade themselves, and those who open their arms without hesitation, no matter how many times they’ve been hurt

All around us: Those who “prove” a bias of misery, And those who “prove” that joy and light that exists – but who comes in to focus when you look?

There are those who repeat the past, stay suffocated by it, And those who grow and Change.

So if you’re lucky enough to wake up tomorrow… no matter what you’ve been – who do you WANT to be?


The best people often arrive to hold a mirror to our greatest strengths and biggest weaknesses, to face ourselves… whether we use that reflection to spiral deeper or to wake up each day determined to try. Sometimes that mirror throws obstacles and cracks in the road. Sometimes trauma, pain, and fear. It can be overwhelming and uncomfortable. With compassion and patience… These people and this exchange are the definition of “love” as an energy, a state of being.

Pale Blue

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance. . . . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind. . . . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time. . . . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful. . . . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
― Ann Druyan