Sometimes I feel we’re huddled in the corner of a vast ruin. We set our backs to the wide, too-bright path we’ve come from. But the uncertain future looks too dark to enter. We’re in limbo. Blinking at the brightness of facts and figures. Staring at a huge stone wall that restricts our senses and our vision—that restricts any sort of enjoyment in life.
This is what it’s like to live life mainly through the news, or what we eat or see, or what we think makes up our reality.
It’s a good time to explore what that reality is based on. To peel away what we think and discover what’s underneath. Like an archeologist, to dig into old layers and explore stories that are long-forgotten. To search for treasures and sources of great epics in ourselves. To explore what we don’t know.
Be more like archeologist in life and less like a tourist. Shift your direction to the darkness. Now step inside. What is it like? Who do you find? How does it feel?
Better to explore the unconscious and lost places in our psyche that lie buried or invisible than to keep staring at a blank wall that leads nowhere. Because, when we penetrate the dark, the night, we find starfuls of happiness.