onebrownjeff

a worthy goal indeed. Don’t Panic! If it happens so be it, but in the end, life just is, and you have to learn to accept it. Read or do not… there is no try

Cynicism, stress, a too-numerous series of underwhelming life-like milestones and a half-lived pseudo-adulthood have cut me away from the magic, existential joy, beauty and meaning of my childhood. I once possessed Ecstatic Joy. I once held the divine spark of content bliss in my hands, but It is now gone. In its place, I’ve a disfunctional family who all seem bitter and bored, and a hole where that previous existence once was. I want it back.

Without going all “See Mel Gibson’s “The Passion Of The Christ” on me, tell me what keeps you all from staring paralyzed into the abyss. I know you can make a pessimist from an optimist, but can you help me find a way to reverse the process? Can you help me find purpose and meaning? Can you help rekindle that fire I once held so dearly? Have you seen my Ecstatic Joy lying around anywhere?