Seeing Blessings in Curses: A Philosophical Journey

I swear this is the last one, but thoughts are such a lucky thing to have. That has to be a gift from someplace, but that would mean forgetting is a curse. I don’t know if that’s true. There’s such a pain in forgetting, but sometimes it comes back. There’s a pain in everything, and it makes redemption and valor and all the other good things. The fact that there is bad and evil is what makes a blessing valuable. Isn’t it a blessing to feel time, to age and see the seconds pass you by? That means you have to confront everything, and that seems like a constant evil. You can do everything with the power of your own self-determination, which has to be another gift. The fact that there are so many gifts is a gift. You can see everything as a blessing and a curse, and the more you see as curses, the more evil you let present in your life. If that’s good or bad is up to you, but I’m going to let myself go to sleep counting blessings and sheep, and allowing the good to wash over me like a good dream, within everything I fear and all the constructs I live within: love and light is liberation!

I spent about 4 hours on shrooms trying to figure out what memories are and where they are stored, it’s really interesting to me