Stability

Stability.  Who doesn't crave it in some form?  Unless you're Miles Davis, you want that wall, that ground to understand yourself, that launching pad, that landing ground, that resting place where you are are you.  That place to hug your kids and your spouse.

That place of meditation.

Stability.

Then THEY mess with it.  Like a frat playing mind games.  I'm too old and polished for mind games.  I don't play mind games and never have.  I'm direct.  That's why we didn't pledge.  I don't care if you did and there's no judgment involved.  Some of my best friends pledged.

They want consumption but they keep interfering with your ability to consume.  You want to come home and enjoy a glass of wine while watching your favorite moment.  And they disrupt your moment of stability. 

Because they induced you into their crap-out?  They still have loads of money but want you to pay off their lost bets?

And so this is where we are as a society and economy?  Why am I burdened with your bad decisions?  We are all burdened by poor choices, why am I burdened by yours?

Being imperfectioned humans means we all have to choose.  Otherwise, we'd know the answers before they were questions.

We have habits and things we rely on to be in the place that we want or place them.  Then there's now.  Where folks mess with mess with your stability.  Where they play games with what you worked hard and sacrificed for.  Out of greed.  But all you want is stability.  To get your feet under you.


Stability. Every sane person craves it.  If we have to live together, what does it say about you to mess anyone's up?