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Adulthood
An excerpt from A Light in the Tunnel, Chapter 8
He had just discovered a new insight that compelled him to take a seat and clear his mind. Why do all of these school shooters choose their own schools to commit these crimes? They don’t go anywhere else; they go to THEIR school.
When he washed away his fear, there was no impulse that concluded that his life was a part of some master plan or super conspiracy of the elite. Rather, his deeper instinct told him: We are all responsible.
Peter sat meditating on the floor of his small apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. It had now been sixteen years since Jo had left the world.
He observed his mind as it wandered back and forth between emptiness and thought.
Thoughts are not the enemy, but they do need a break.
It was not that he thought there was anything wrong with choosing one particular passion and sticking to it; however, a single career had yet to grab him with enough power. He saw nothing wrong with jumping from one experience to the next. As long as I can keep at bay the voices that question my ability to commit. Oh how people love to throw around that word, commitment as if they understand the true value of changing your circumstance.
