We all have it… unnoticed, unidentified, undistinguished, sneaking past your conscious awareness, the strings that make you a puppet on a string, robbing you of your life, using it for its own purposes… laughing at you. I can hear the laugh.
The racket. The insidious, ubiquitous racket.
The desire for attention, for significance, for winning every transaction, for love, for filling your gaping hole inside. Continue reading “It’s normal to be miserable: the itch to scratch”