The only person who is actively doing destructive things to me is me, and I’m welcome to stop. Hating on the great omnipotent “they” – and calling that a struggle for freedom – has never gotten me anywhere. It’s like bitching about the weather: Great fun, but not as useful as fixing my own roof and insulating my own walls. The weather itself won’t change just to suit me.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Fix your roof and insulate your walls
My favorite desert hermit posted a really good blog that I think you'd enjoy. One wise point he makes is this:
Read the rest of it here: My own kind of freedom: I try not to bother being “anti.”