My Sweet Spot

My journey and my evolution have lifted me, even while immersed in the late capitalism cesspool, into a place of quiet restlessness. My restlessness is moment-to-moment dissatisfaction with governments and their overlords creating unrest in the world. I understand there is profit to be gained as a dividend from the betrayal with which they manipulate war and peace, crime and punishment.

So how can I possibly have a sweet spot? It’s because my restlessness is quiet. By quiet, I mean that I do not live in a state of alarm.

I accept that I may not live to see much of what I’ve longed for. I am not at fault, though. It is the world’s fault for not living up to my great expectations. You cannot blame me for believing in global well-being because mine is not a mere visionless faith. My dreams are built on what I see. Our existence can be so much more.

Even if the world doesn’t come through for me, and it often does, I know that I’ll come through for the world. And I have not given up on you, world, as I am a prisoner of hope.

I accept that I will never not have relational stressors, no matter how much they ache. At least I know that I wish no one harm, even if some people regard me as a mercenary or judge me quixotic.

This is my sweet spot. I know that I love. I know that I have fought and conquered, for now, my own urges and proclivities to transactionalism. And why would I relapse?

I do not strain to convince someone else of my love. I know that I love.

Thank you, Spirit, for ridesharing.