Voices... Talking Back
There are voices inside my head, talking to me. Come to think of it, there always have been…
No, I’m not schizophrenic. I don’t have multiple personalities. The “voices” consist of my own inner critic(s), engaging in negative self-talk, berating me about the woulda-coulda-shoulda’s of my life.
I was never a risk taker; never someone who sought to live dangerously on the bleeding edge of coolness. I watched plenty of people I knew cut themselves on that bleeding edge… in the name of “living” life but I never needed a never-ending stream of ever more intense events and experiences to keep me interested in life… regardless of whether it might be a massive drug trip or jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.
Life is “exciting” enough, without artificial augmentation.
I like to keep it simple. Real simple… it saddens me that the world wants to chastise those who just want to take it easy, and label them as “lazy” and “unambitious."
