Healing is gratitude. Riling against yourself because you can’t function the way you expect of yourself is a token of our hyperconsumerist times where we are beset with making the world respond instantaneously to our desires. And if we don’t get the response we expect at the desired interval we discard it, toss it aside as useless and worthless. We don’t know how to value things beyond their usefulness to stuffing the emptiness of the moment. We don’t know how to be.
We are no longer servants of the divine, in service to humanity, students of life; we’re consumers of life. We’re vampires and the truth is the worst insult to us because it scorches the plastic mask that separates us from being exposed to the uncontrollable life.