Between rocks

I’ve been between rocks are hard places before. And most of the time, I just intrinsically know what to do. I assumed this innate knowledge was not a fleeting property of my being, but doubt seeps in, and doubt can destroy notions of innateness; faith.

I’m losing faith, but it ain’t altogether a bad thing. I think a more realistic and compromising approach is required in cases, and I want to be able to think that way.

Ideal(ism)s are perspective; maps and metadata; patterns; compromising patterns.

Addicted to oil? No.

Addicted to being right; addicted to ourselves; addicted to our perspective ideals.

In my opinion, the most serious addictions are often about what one wants and less about how one gets it.