I have to go to bed in a minute, but I’m going to try to write about this critical topic and cap it at 10 minutes. This will not happen, but instead of staying up late as I usually do, I will stop writing my post and revisit it soon. Deal? Deal.
SO, I don’t have tons of wisdom to share with the world, and even if I did, I wouldn’t share it because I’ve learned that unsolicited trinkets of wisdom and advice doesn’t help anyone. That’s an entire post in itself or even two or three posts, but in short, I’m not here to tell people how to live or what to think. We all have our own paths, and we are here to make mistakes to learn for ourselves, and NOT to learn from other people’s wisdom and trinkets of unsolicited advice, including mine.
So, this discovery I’ve made may not really make sense to some. But I feel dismayed by this discovery, in a good way sort of, and I simply must write about it. Oh but look. It’s 11:30pm. It’s my BED TIME. Guess who just said that and isn’t ignoring herself? That’s right, me. (I don’t always ignore myself, only when I say it’s time to go to sleep.) So nighty night. I’ll tell you about my compelling discovery soon–as you can see by the title, it pertains to why having a sense of security (through a job, namely, but there are other ways–money, relationships, almost anything that gives a sense of security) is an illusion.
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