Store shelves
Take the fresh stuff
Something new I’ve been feeling: more and more, life looks like a store shelf. You just pick the storylines.
Storylines, not separate stories. You pick a trajectory, not an episode.
Base reality isn’t everything. You don’t have to dig through the compost. Pick only the pleasant storylines.
Life becomes a single field, like a supermarket rack, where I pick only what adds joy. There’s no expired stuff on the shelves anymore.