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Thoughts on a troubled world.

I am a firm believer in free speech. People should be able to have a voice, good or bad. Some of those voices are louder than others, and they are often the ones that don’t sit well with us.

Should governments and organisations step in to censor some of what is said? Maybe. We should monitor hate speech that might cause people to react in violent ways, radical views that can lead our youth down a path to violence, and dangerous misinformation that lead to poor health choices.

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The Luddism Corollary

Privacy concerns and the right to a private life have long steered me towards a technology purge. I will start that purge in 2020.

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Hackett Five-O

With less than a week to go before my 50th birthday, I have been thinking about what I should try to do with the rest of my life.

There are a bunch of things that I need/want to do, but in the short term, I need to create a daily schedule, while I think of the bigger picture.

So, here are my plans.

  • Meditate daily
  • Fast daily
  • Read a book per week
  • Write every day
  • Walk for an hour per day
  • Support Karta with his school work
  • Revamp our finances

There will probably be more, but for now, these are some simple things that will be put in place to help keep me fit and sane.

Promises and the Black Dog

For the first time in a while, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror today and had a conversation with myself. I looked myself in the eye and made a heartfelt promise to myself and my family.

Does that make me weird, talking to myself like that?

I am trying to live an honest life; but, discretion is the better part of valour, they say. 

I need to stop lying to myself and change my destiny. I need to find the genuine version of me, not some amalgam of who everyone thinks that I should be.

The real me feels buried beneath 40-years’ of pretense. My life has been bent and twisted out of shape so many times that I have forgotten who I was. I have been many things to many people, but the real version on me lies trapped.

It is time to peel back the layers of accumulated bullshit and come back into the light. The black dog will never be able to hurt me again.

 

Losing It

I am feeling a profound sense of loss this morning.

There are many factors at play here, the loss of loved ones, the loss of friendships, loss of income, loss of dignity, lack of opportunity, I could go on.

2018 has had its ups and downs, and through it all, I have tried my best to show a degree of stoicism.

I am not out of the woods yet; I have challenges ahead that will push me to the limit of what I can take.

I will not allow myself to lose it. I need to write an essay about how turning 50 is going to affect me. I will publish that over at CoZ.

That is all.

Shorter & Shorter

I must make more of an effort to use this blog as I had always intended; short posts with fewer than 300 words on this site, and longer posts over at Cult of Zoid.