What Eckhart didn’t tell us.

I had one million plans.

Most of them didn’t work out.

Some of them did, sort of.

And there were a few who were almost exactly the way I wanted it.

I remembered those.

The rest: not so much.

Then things started to change.

Pain, addiction, running around in confused circles.

And when all of that became too much, the spiritual journey started.

For the person.

The person that wanted to get rid of the person, but had no idea what that would actually mean.

Because: how do you deal with the vacuum between thinking it’s all up to you, and knowing nothing really is?

You don’t.

Nobody fucking teaches you.

And so life goes on, and the thinking continues, just like the trying to figure it out anyway.

You thought you knew how the game of life worked, and now you know you didn’t.

Is that what you really expected it to be?

This is my experience, now.

The Tools That Make The Future have been taken away from me.