I’ve been battling an unnecessary existential crisis, one of the many free gifts bestowed upon humans like me who are authentically human.
What began as nuisance funks the size of small pebbles rapidly combined to create one giant, overwhelming boulder.
Innumerable legs, each with a different origin, protrude from this particular boulder, and they have been kicking me nonstop from every direction while the boulder’s crushing weight has squashed my sense of purpose. My futile attempts to defend myself or fight back provoke a harder and faster pummeling, and I end up reduced to a steaming pile of doubt and defeat.
The debilitating boulder, however, has now rolled into sacred soul territory by triggering a case of the summertime blues.
I’ve waited all year for these two glorious months, dammit, and today, I wallow no more.
The only way around it is through it.
As I crawl forward on my elbows, the megalith’s tentacles slightly loosen their grip around my ankles.
Inch by inch, I will escape the squidmonster of stone’s grasp, then smash it to pieces.
I will rise and stand victorious within its ruins, and my light will shine brighter than ever.
Thank you for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.
With love and gratitude,
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