A side of Mayo

I arrived early to an appointment and decided to thumb text a post through my phone. The mobile UX is pretty good!

A strange blue cyber background with black lines going vertical and horizontal. The image of a woman takes up a third of the frame and she is starting at a the small image of a meme where someone is wearing a rainbow afro. "Support MindFuel Blog on Patreon" is meticulously crafted into a graphical overlay which obfuscates part of the underlying artistry. So sad.

I have friends and family with these stories of survival. They have been shot at, blown up and tested in ways which I have not been tested. However, in my own, comparatively diluted way, I still have my moments where I question if I will emerge on the other side of an experience.

One of those moments occur whenever I go under anesthesia. The technology has come a long way, it is absolutely amazing, and yet I always reserve some margin for error/happenstance. It is probably less than one tenth of one percent, but I have played the lottery with worse odds?.

Today is one of those days. Not getting into the details yet, but in about an hour, they will turn the lights off on my avatar. I fully intend on this being a non-event, however, in the spirit of the song “Lightning Crashes”, sometimes our laundry list of intentions “fall to the floor.”

I am blessed because, even though there are so many posts I have yet to write, a dense tapestry of content I would love to share, it all comes from a place of inspiration.

Desparation is when we are motivated by fear, and I still have fun weeding through my mental garden and plucking the desparation out of it. What I am left with is this mental garden that flourishes by inspiration.

Now, faced with these moments where our intentions might get cut short, it is easier for me to just accept that possibility and move past it. I believe this ability not only helps fill me with a sense of peace, it improves my overall chances of success. A calm mind makes decisions with improved clarity.

On the down side, it means the world can and will go on without me (for a few hours or forever, depending how things go). That is a big blow to egos everywhere. But the upside is, letting go of ego is a huge liberator in my life. It frees me to live a fully experiencial life and bring appreciation to more facets of that experience.

In fact, I wrote a post about Distilling Time, and that post ended with a belief that we should balance “living with purpose” alongside “living ‘Drunken Style’.” But today, I looked back on that post amd realized who am I to judge whether a complete drunk is making the most of their time or not? In fact, I realize the comment comes less from my personal assessment (which doesn’t matter), and more from the side of me which desires everyone get an equitable shot on all life has to offer.

There are billions of people who wish they could’ve been born into this world with the same opportunities that I have been given, but it is physically impossible for this earth to produce enough resources to make this level of opportunity available to 8 billion inhabitants.

That is why Distilling Time is so important…. not just for the individual journey but for the people we’ve elevated into spokespeople of humanity and stewardship of our planet…. so they can distill time for the future of our species. And no, I don’t mean plan a biobunker and hunker down to survive a mass extinction event. I mean legit championship for everyone who is here. All eight billion.

And that is my closing thought as I dawn my little blue mumu and drink the sweet milk of eternity. Looking forward to following up when my consciousness resumes. But for now, gonna pull a Mark Cuban. I’m out. Zzzzzz.

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