The Barrow

It's hard to believe it's June already. Time flies by far too quickly. It's hard not to fall into a deep nostalgic depression when I realize this.

I think things are largely going well with me, though I've been entering a period of uncertainty. I'm feeling the spiral, I think, when you go through alternating periods of confidence and insecurity, while still progressing. At least, that's what I hope.

It seems every source of wisdom or clarity I seek is full of contradictions both within and without. I'd like to not have to cherrypick, but it seems this is necessary. Maybe it's the only way to true clarity. Perhaps no one has all the answers, and they must be assembled piecemeal.

This is both reassuring and disheartening. It means there is greater freedom in the truth, but also that it requires more work. Maybe this is a good thing.

Maybe I just need to be happy being a little bit bronze age and a little bit new age.