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Complaining is one of the ego’s favorite strategies for strengthening itself.
Dandelion flowers are one of the few things here that I can remember being present around me as a kid in Louisiana. Nearly every other aspect of this place I relate to through a constant learning process, yet my memories of this flower are exactly the kind of familiarity I am attempting to alienate.
Here is a thought experiment. Let’s pretend that for no reason life was different, and I lived in a place with no other people and only relied on myself to make decisions. No one else would be around to influence my thought process, so whatever I did would come from the natural chain of events flowing through my mind.
Since it’s make-believe, I suppose I would manage to live and perhaps prosper in that reality, but it isn’t one I prefer. Given an existence of total isolation, I’m not really sure what the hell I would do if I had to generate every motivation. And, apart from hunting, gathering, and otherwise procuring food to live, I’m not sure I would ever do anything frivolous or even creative.
Moving a little closer to reality, I could imagine one similar to now, except that I live alone. Perhaps life would be a little easier (whatever that means) than extreme isolation, but I’m not sure it would be any better. If I had the same resources, my solitary lifestyle would probably be spent in near-complete isolation, anyway. I might have more time for creative endeavors, but without her to reflect upon and challenge me, it seems unlikely I would make the effort.