The Way of the Blessed Bohemian

There is an epidemic of unhappiness. I find myself surrounded by cynical, desperate souls that are fighting their way through life and waiting for what happens next. We have developed a pathological self-centeredness, and we believe that chasing money and status and things will make us happy.

We have convinced ourselves that these things are the path to salvation because everyone around us seems convinced, too. We have gotten very good at lying to one another, and to ourselves. We have gotten very good at pretending that we are happy, even though the evidence to the contrary is overwhelming. Indeed, the pattern is unmistakable. We are all angry. And sad. And scared. Mostly scared.