the world doesnt shrink to your size just because you lack the depth to understand it
I am on an airplane right now, headed to NYC and it’s been a weird few weeks. I was hit by a car, saw a bear, and a few other things (as is the human experience) which for someone like me (pulls meaning out of the ways the stones are aligned on sidewalks) created emotional wreckage. It had me messed up. I usually am quite happy but I was in a state of uncertainty and worry - nothing felt right.
It took an element of letting go (I love control) to began to realign to hope and things-are-okayism. But it highlighted a lot for me - and had me reflecting on those that seem to live life cheering for the downfall of others.
The Doomer
I’m really fascinated by doomerism - how loud and confidently people will talk about what presumably is the end of their world. I am not sure why there tends to be an undercurrent of “if things collapse, I will be okay because I have gold bars” because if things do end up falling…
