Zen

A disconnected existence was my normal for many years. Even when hyper-connected to friends, I mostly kept people at arm’s length. I think childhood trauma damaged my connection to the universe. I can’t be sure, but it seems like a smoking gun. After wicked amounts of struggle, after running a spiritual marathon, I put on the brakes. I reflected, and at that moment, I arrived. I took a moment to breathe, finally. Ever since, my hopes and dreams have arrived at my preferred station like clockwork. All those magnificent impassable boulders have shattered into dust. I feel like Neo in The Matrix; there is no spoon. 🥄 ...