We've all been there, late night, have something to say, and the words stuck in our throats like some anesthetizing pill from an Alice in Wonderland remake gone Plathian nightmare--what, not you? Well, let me tell you how I feel -- "don't interrupt me; that's not what I said at all. Why are you taking my point out of context--and who the fuck would upvote this shit!?"
Engagement is when our psyches forget the plan and act--fight or flight swirls into one all encompassing narrative: "I'm right, I know it, and you're gonna know it too--"
The problem, the interesting problem, occurs when there is no one left to fight, when everybody agrees on the main points and sings kumbaya en masse--this is where things go to die, where we shuffle off our mortal coil and drink a nice full glass of koolaid. "I've found peace, goodbye, world."
It's in the act of fight or flight that we feel alive, this is where our senses get engaged, and we take off into new directions never thought possible: Hiroshima nightmares and internet awe.
"If it's easy, everyone would be doing it." Yes.
If you want inner peace, that's a slow opioid death or sitting in a cave for fifteen years contemplating the nature of rocks-- "that's hard...."