Nothing left

Sometimes I wish...

for world peace, or money, or happiness.

Sometimes I wish

for something darker...

to be stripped down, metaphorically, to a place where I really have nothing left to lose. To give away everything, to attach to nothing, to find out what is really necessary for survival.

So, it is really hard for me to feel upset that the stock market is crashing or that the real estate market is tanking. On the other hand, when I hear that a smart, talented artist died in his apartment, alone, I do feel saddened. He was missing something fundamental (even if it was just health). The two stories keep running back to back on CNN, and I wonder what is really necessary for my own survival.

This makes no sense.

I just think I have too much. Janice said, "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose." And she's right. Attachment is a loss of freedom. But, so much of what I cling to is trivial.

I need to breathe, to eat, to have shelter, to have and give love, to work. The rest is distraction.