I am so restless. I smoke, get up, move about. I cannot bear my own company.
(Anaïs Nin)
I think I know what is wrong with me.
So, I haven't been posting, no I haven't. I feel like I don't have anything to say, and I prefer to stay silent than to fill your eyes with nonsense, dear reader. Which I have done a few times already, specially in the past few weeks. Thank you for allowing me this indulgence.
But I think I
know what is wrong with me. I have not been able to focus in any of my studies and personal goals. This reflects in my life as a whole; as Tori Amos would say, I feel like the girl who can't choose between the shower or the bath. Cartomancy-wise, it makes choosing a deck resemble Sophie's Choice, only without the traumatising consequences.
If you can't pick a deck and focus on it for, lets say, 10 minutes, you sure as hell can't do a reading. But the readings are also a problem, because I have fallen again in the same ol' trap: reading excessively for myself (and befuddling myself in the process).
One thing is what we know - the other is what we do. They don't always match. I
like reading for myself, I think it's
fun (and helpful sometimes). But not in the state I am in. In the state I am in, it engenders confusion and insanity.
Like Anaïs Nin, I am restless and cannot bear my own company. And despite my best efforts this year to become a better human being, more evolved, more in control, kinder, calmer and wiser, I feel like I haven't improved a jot. No need to pat me on the back, thanks. It is not that I haven't
learnt any lesson - I have learnt a lot this year. But I don't think I have improved much - not as much as I had hoped. I am certainly a good gazillion lives away from Buddhahood.
What does it have to do with my card reading? Nothing. Everything. All is part of the same cycle. I am confused. I read myself to get some clarity/insight/guidance. While I am reading, it's wonderful. Back to real life, I am lost like a blind man in a labyrinth. I feel even more confused. I read again. Reading is great. Real life is not that simple. And the cycle repeats.