There is a you inside everyone that is effortless to be. Seriously though all we are is star dust that has evolved the ability to have a conversation with our spirit and other dust. We could consider just chilling the fuck out. None of its right or wrong. Maybe the point is just to see what happens. To continue seeing what happens reinvesting in this reality as collective dust just to see what happens. Refining what works and getting rid of what doesn’t. On an individual basis and, because of the nature of creation and time, on a broader social level. Which means that talking about the fucking weather and realizing you are eventually or already have been through a black hole, or the current state of the geopolitical map, or if Kim k should be drinking a pumpkin spice latte while being pregnant again are all on the same fucking level of importance.
Which leaves us with a choice. A very important choice.
You chose every day to keep going. Just to see if maybe it gets better.
Some days a good some are bad some feel full, some feel empty and impossible. That idea of better is just that... an idea. That you chose.