I’m Tired of Making Up Reasons to Live
More adventures in denying that you can manifest your world
I’m about to take you on a very nonlinear and illogical journey between sanity and something similar to nihilism, otherwise known as “I believe in nothing.” And then, if we’re lucky, we will arrive back where we started in the frame of mind that you, the reader, have come to expect of me — where there’s magic and wonder and I haven’t forgotten all the weird things that have happened to me.
But we all lose our faith sometimes. We all get depressed.
I was arrogant. I was on a spiritual high. I thought I knew how to “manifest” good things in life and I even told other people how to do it. I wrote about it. I mean I probably did, I don’t remember anymore. I’m sorry but it’s true.
I don’t know what’s real anymore. I have no advice. I had all the things I worked for, I did all kinds of inner healing and expanded my mind, which no one can ever take away by the way. But I also had tangible things, and isn’t that why we’re living life as tangible beings? Otherwise why not just be mental beings? I learned to love deeply and I thought I was being rewarded for all my spiritual work. Trust me, the universe will turn you upside down at the very moment when you think you’ve won…
