Journaling June: Damnable Synchronicity

The past few months have been a synchronicity smorgasbord. Most recently it was a from Brain Pickings: Herman Hesse on Solitude, the Value of Hardship, and How to Find Your Destiny.

I don’t know how the universe works, and I’m not sure I’m ready to fully endorse the idea of some “greater power” pulling strings to show me, Aeryk Pierson, some speck of nobody on the planet Earth, what it is that I’m supposed to do, know, etc. Yet, at the same time, it is a crazy coincidence that just as I’m struggling with getting in touch with my shadow, wrestling with how to become who I am, battling with my physical and mental issues, that I come across a blog post by Maria Papova in which she writes about Herman Hesse—specifically about his take on solitude and the value of hardship. And, additionally, how he is furthering Nietzsche’s own call for owning one’s pain and suffering in the pursuit of creating yourself.

Right now I am struggling with my sloth. I am the type of person who runs FROM the work, from the struggle, and as a result, from the success that they bring. I am looking for a way to get myself in gear after years of being listless. And whether or not there’s something/someone out there trying to “tell” me something, the message keeps coming back to me: Get to work. Work hard.

(that is NOT the the message we wanted to hear. it is too early in the morning for all this struggle stuff.)

There’s an alternative. Look at the people who have had to struggle to achieve and those that have been handed everything. Those who have been handed everything tend to be worthless shits. I am reluctant to say ALL of them all because I’m sure that’s not the case, but a good majority are. By the same token, all those who have suffered aren’t grateful like Keanu Reeves or Terry Crews or Dwayne Johnson. There’s a fair share of bitter bastards.

Not that I’m in any danger of having things handed to me. I suppose the lotto is an option, but . . . Eh. Not so much. More likely, the alternative for me is to go back to being a lazy, entitled shit. Some give in to drugs and/or alcohol. I get lost in Totino’s pizzas and re-runs of Deep Space Nine. But I’ve been there, done that. Bed sores hurt!

(ugh. that means we need to be ready for the long haul, hard work. probably should be mindful of our entitlement, too.)

Yeah. Sorry to be a bummer so early in the morning.

(well, let’s get on with it then. but can we have a Totino’s pizza though? that taste is in our mouth now.)

Why not? Can’t be TOO good now. Plus, we can start a diet tomorrow.

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