life is full of misery, loneliness and suffering – and it’s all over much too soon
if our linear perception of time is, or could be, an illusion, why does it seem to matter so much how quickly time appears to pass? and why do some of us feel we have a personal responsibility to gain mastery over it by slowing it down?
and why do so many other unavoidable aspects of life feel like moral issues? do we navigate our way through our existence, or is life something that happens to us; is done to us, rather than by us?
i wish to find a more comfortable place to inhabit. a place where what i know intellectually and what i feel emotionally are better at being friends with one another. a space which is less either or and more both at the same time, and in some kind of harmony. a room for manoeuvre.