A Fine Disregard

I have acceded to a stage of life where I have a fine disregard for the opinions of others about our earthly voyage. I do not care what others think.

But I remember my youth, when I was affected by the censure and disapproval of elders and those who held the reins of my life in their hands. I know now just how little most of those people understood life on planet earth. They confused tactics with wisdom.

In fact, most advice about how to live comes in the form of tactics and strategy, not meaning. Certainly not beauty.

Seeing that always confused me as a child.

These teachers, family members and social poobahs may have learned how to negotiate the rapids of their particular culture, how to win a spot at the table, how to not be run over in the rush for survival, but they had no depth.

It’s important to cultivate your core self, I believe.

We are born into a culture in which imaginary survival details swamp the beauty and meaning of life, as if they are of no consequence.

My fight with my culture and even with my family was along these lines, which, looking back, I now see as a lifelong battle.

To a great extent, I see the noise of the modern world as distraction and interference with the true fundaments of existence, which in my opinion, are…