Life. It should be easy.
But we engineer conflict or tension at every juncture.
(Some would say that we get off on it. Damn.)
I know it’s glib to say, let go…of everything but until you do so, you’re never going to know, truly, if it’s better, worse or indifferent to this life.
This isn’t about tripping out, becoming a zombie. No, it’s simply a case of accepting what’s obvious, namely this is all there is.
Of course, if you live in your head (or in a glass of wine), it sure doesn’t look that way.