It's been months since I've written anything of note on any of the ole blogs. The year ended and began, and I followed my usual change of year rituals. Reviewing the previous year, planning goals for the next.
Several big changes occurred in this quietude. I left West Hollywood. I met someone. I continue to plug away "being the change" in the Future of Money. I'm learning to play the flute and read music. I'm not rich, but I live life on my own terms.
Except the block. I've been intellectually frustrated for most of last year. My writing languishes. I read books of (what I think of as intellectual) peers. I've had those ideas for years, I've talked about them, presented them. I'm not even angry they wrote these books. They have these perspectives. They're published. I think they must be in privileged positions (some are). They also just do what they want no fucks given.
So why do I cease to writing these things I see unfolding for humanity? Why stop sharing what I see?
I don't know. I talk to people. I say things, see things, it takes years for others to see. It's kind of pointless. People want scifi. They want trends. They want reassurance. They want it easy. They don't want responsibility. They want profits. They don't want to think about the expanding problem sets with each step into the future (and equally diminishing problems we leave solved in the past).
Seeing all these futures, means nothing. Who's gonna make them happen? Who takes conscious action in the present moment? Futures are not predictions. Although a good future vision can inspire it to be created in reality.
Is it worth it? I don't know. Some days I just want to tend my garden and play my flute.