Pressurized Living

 Watched a Janis Joplin documentary tonight...47 years has passed since she overdosed on Heroin at the age of 27.  The end of the documentary had a clip of John Lennon sharing his insight on drug use.  Noting  that the societal problems that lead to drug abuse are the real issue, Lennon asks. “Is there something wrong with society that’s making us so pressurized that we can’t live in it without guarding ourselves against it?” People take drugs and drink so they don’t feel what’s going on around them.”   

So much has changed since 1970 , yet has it really?   What is the root?  So much of our emphasis is on recovery instead of prevention.  I believe  the feeling of inadequacy dwells within us and to the greater degree in some more than others.  Why?  Why do people lose hope, faith, feel unloved.  I don't have the answers.  Sometime I just want to slap the world off it's axis as to jolt it into complete shock.  Maybe then it could reset itself, Nirvana.

 The reality is , that within each of us, we have the ability to reject pressurized living.  We create it in our thoughts and actions, and so it is that we can also create unpressurized living.

 Throw out the pressure cooker.

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