A few days ago in a response to a question about making peace with catching the bus I said that not terribly long ago I believed I did. Made peace. Everything was in order and ready as planned.
But I am still here.
And now I am worried whether I have been, even if subconsciously, lying to myself all this time. Whether all the meticulous preparations have been nothing more but coping mechanism. Devised to help me cope with unbearable emptiness of my reality. This is what scares me. Really scares me. Because it screams - 'I, your subconscious mind, am not only in charge, but I am your jailer and your executioner as it pleases me.' It makes me question the whole concept of self-deliverance I have been carefully examining for a long time. Is it really as simple as the strength of SI? That some peoples' SI is much stronger than the others? I am not so sure any more.