and yet on the subject of wise uses of time, there exists an interesting kind of reward for truly novel behavior, perhaps, a sort of “refined taste” that might be able to leap above the past tendencies, the past histories, and break through into truly virgin territory, perhaps
Letting yourself remember, forgetting to forget—is such a thing possible, the latter? Does such imply an effect of remembering (which seems correct, to be honest; it seems more likely that things are always-remembered rather than typically-forgotten) as natural?
so, a question does arise
what is the point of all this, you know?
what is the point of life, of struggle, of hurt?
is there one?
it seems like life wants to live, you know?
so, if we turn around, and rephrase life in systematic ways, can we better understand what’s happening?
that is, there is a lot written about life being this, or being that; is there a way to abstract, to transcend, to rise above, to distill, and by doing so, grow peace?