I have made no secret about my appreciation for the philosophy of the Existentialists. I gravitate towards their ideas of personal freedom, authenticity, and responsibility as a means towards personal discovery and development and I have written a great deal about them in previous articles.
I walked down to the bank of the river and caught the sun’s light stabbing through the horizon line of pines on the other shore of the Black River.
It is not hard to understand why people would dismiss most religions. If their fundamentalist advocates are not attempting to subjugate some other belief system or committing acts of terror, they are propagating lies and deceptions in the form of pseudo-truths and misappropriated facts.
So, I have a confession to make. It’s a pretty damning confession from someone who writes about personal development and motivation and discipline.
This is going to be one of those articles that I put out that is more catharsis than meaningful practical, tactical advice or wisdom.
It has been sometime since I have vomited out a profanity laced article that tackles the lighter side of all this personal development shit.
If you haven’t noticed from reading over my blog, I write a great deal about romantic love. It is something that interests and intrigues me like few other subjects.
If you ever sit very quiet with yourself – lying in bed in those hushed moments of night with the sheer-black fabric of darkness veiling your eyes or you are peering out over a green and brown expanse of rolling hill and forest from the top of a sun-bleached mountain top –
This is not going to be my usual article. I am not going to tell you how you can defeat some demon or accomplish some goal.
We are moving into the season of change – of renewing our commitment to transformation and of reasserting our dedication to a better life.
