"Problems need energy to live."
– Tony Robbins.
Are you a blogger?
A writer, maybe?
Definitely, you are a reader—because you are here. And I am grateful you found me and are sticking with me.
With the plethora of words, podcasts, websites, Instagram, Facebook, Substacks, journals, and various publications available, it is a privilege that you take the time to read me.
I fluctuate between falling into a hole with brain-eating alligators with Jia Tolentino, who, on May 3, 2025, wrote in The New Yorker:
"My Brain Finally Broke."
"Much of what we see now is fake," she wrote, "and the reality we face is full of horrors. More and more of the world is slipping beyond my comprehension."
Yep, been there, done that.
I don't have to tell you things are bad, so I won't.
It is so easy to complain, to worry, to rail at injustices, and to be afraid most of the time. What if we stopped feeding the fears?
An old Native American saying goes like this: Two elders were watching two dogs fighting. One asked the other. "Which dog will win?"
Said the smarter of the two: "The one we feed."
As a writer, I often wonder what I am doing here.
Am I boring you while I indulge myself?
This is a question every writer faces. What am I doing? And for whom? Does it matter?
Why do I feel compelled to write out my thoughts and put them out there?
(The Muse has us by the throat, imploring us to do the work, but she leaves the skill and practice to us.)
That's the journey.
Yet, if we don't share our thoughts and feelings, we are in deep do-do.
Our voices matter. You matter. Our government matters. Saving the animals matter. Saving the people from demagoguery matters.
If the light doesn't shine, the dark side wins. The little boy who spoke up when everyone else saw a naked Emperor and dared say: "The Emperor has no clothes," stood for truth.
Heavens, some are plenty happy to spew out filth, anger, hatred, bigotry, anti-this this, and anti-that. –See how loudly those voices are raging in our awareness, our consciousness, and probably burrowing into our subconsciousness.
So, speak up. We're tired as hell and not going to take it anymore. We're the people, for God's sake. We don't bow to tyrants.
If anyone ever blames you for being selfish or self-indulgent, blow them a raspberry and get on with it.
Where does the advancement of the species come from?
From those willing to put in the time face the repercussions, lay their hearts on the line, and thus change a civilization.
"You're just a simple bricklayer," commented an adversary to a mason sitting beside an immense pile of brinks.
To which the mason replied, "I am building a Cathedral."