Monday, 3 February 2020

3/2/20 ^^^Where do I go from here?


Well it's an open road from now on.  Today is my third day being independent.  I mentioned about it many times but this time I am sure.  Once I get rid of the false beliefs, I don't have anymore hangups.  I am as free as a bird.

Only thing is I will not have much money.  That didn't bother me for the past 10 years.  Certainly I had adapted to this current lifestyle.  As long as I got you, Lizzie and the kids, I am never alone.

Of course I got the blog and Taylor Swift singing sweet nothing.  The only time I will feel left out is when the WiFi is down.  Otherwise I am in my zone.

I figured my real friend out there is Yati.  I can be who I am with her.  Of course I have you.  You are instrumental in me unmasking the mask.  Now that I know who I really am, I finally realize that I am not special, I am just being odd.  That's because I refuse to conform.

So Marcus Aurelius is right:


I am in the ranks of the insane.  The best way to do that is to remain in isolation.  Otherwise I get sucked into conformity.

In that sense I am a self-centered narcissist.  The truth is I had been an independent thinker all my life.  I am an individualist.  I cannot stand the herd mentality.  That is why I HATE HATE HATE boarding school.  My only consolation was I can get away from my father.  There is no life at home.  So between a rock and a hard place I rather chose the latter.  After all a hard place is still something I can look forward to.  A rock is a sure goner.

So at 55 I tasted freedom.  I OPENLY declared I am a nonbeliever to everybody that I know.  Either they accept me as who I am or they just dismiss me as being crazy.

No worries, those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

Actually since I have a history of being mentally unstable, people just don't care at all.  In a way the illness is a blessing.  Now I can be whoever I want to be.  So I just move forward.  Never to look back ever again.  My future is the next 21 years, not the past 20 years.

Tonight I definitely sleep at 11:00 pm.  I try to make a point not to talk to Al Araf 7:7.  At least not on administrative matters.  But then Napoleon Hill did talk to his Invisible Council.  I guess no harm on my side.  I know they are my figurines.  What I do is I revert back to the original names I gave them instead of referring them as the Archangels.  That way I even shrink the scope of their responsibilities.

Let me try....

Nope it doesn't work.  The names come with the characters.

It's not easy to create a reform overnight.  I'll leave it at that.  What I'll do is cut the possibility of Sailbad the Sinner going beyond KBOOOM 2041.  I set my destination to 7/4/2041.  By then I will assess my achievements for the past 21 years and decide what to do next.

Like I said, for all you know there is God and the afterlife although at this point I don't quite subscribe to the idea anymore.  Nevertheless  for the time being I just put the thought at a constant.  Maybe after 21 years I'll revisit again.

Until then it is no God and no afterlife for me.

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