There’s just so much shit out there it’s hard to keep up. A lot of information, and some of it contradictory. Who do you believe? Who do you follow? Who really has the answers?
So much is subjective, dependent, contingent.
I sometimes find myself paralyzed by it all. I just want to pull the sheet over my head and say “Good night,” without ever having to wake up. Without having to come back to waking consciousness to deal with any of it.
Why do I have to be here? To participate? I don’t want any part. I don’t want to have to do things. Think. Figure out. Experience.
I’m good with just the black screen. With no sensory input. With no consciousness. With no awareness.
That, to me, is real peace.
About me pages always make my mind go blank, which is ironic because there's really so much to say. I guess what stumps me is where do I start?
Here are the basics: They named me Laura. They, meaning my parents, who were never married but mingled in 1988 in the country of Brazil, where little me was born.
I grew up in New York City among a melting pot of cultures, smells, and hustle.
I've learned to be a go-getter, thinker, intuitive, lover of life, peace maker, and coffee enthusiast - among other things.
I like to write. I've been keeping a journal since my early teenage years. I created Reflect Out Loud to simply share whatever is on my mind in whatever style that comes up for me. I try to let whatever I put out here be free flowing. I simply want to share my thoughts out in the open.
But to simplify this about me: I am a human, having a human experience. I have a story, just like you have a story. And some of that story you'll see here.
Um... I guess that's pretty much all I have for now.
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