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It comes down to possession.
I am possessive of my talents, of where I stand, of security, of qualifications, of classifications, of things that I can sincerely call my own or declare to be of a certain kind. And there is little to none of that which is immutable these days.
And likewise I am accountable for everything. I am not as exempt as I wish; everything that has happened to me is some extension of something I have done or caused myself. My joys, my griefs, my insecurities– I could change them for the worse easily, but they’ll just stay that way. I have no right to complain about anything that was my fault to begin with. I could have done this, or that, or the other– regret, too, is mine.
I will close it out. I will shut it off. If I do not, my peace of mind is dead, assuming it was ever alive in the first place.
