THC & The Fractured World: A Reflection on Use, Healing, and Honor

Every time I vape, I ask myself: why? Not in a guilt-ridden way, not in self-judgment, but in honest curiosity. Am I numbing, or am I honoring? Is this escapism, or is it bearing witness to a world still steeped in unnecessary suffering?

I’ve come to see my THC usage as a mirror to the world’s fractures. It’s not just personal, it’s political, it’s spiritual. Point me to a world with no war, and I’ll put down the vape. No hesitation. But until then, maybe I’m just syncing with the reality that conflict and destruction still exist, even when gentler ways of coexisting are right within reach. All that’s missing is consensus. Conversation. A collective dissolving of language barriers, cultural walls, and the invisible structures that keep us locked in cycles of harm.

Frustration rises. I can only seem to subdue it by reminding myself: at least I’m talking about it. At least I’m sharing. That’s the only real antidote to the creeping guilt of tuning out, of meditating in my quiet, safe space while the world still burns.

Or maybe it’s not tuning out at all. Maybe it’s tuning in so deeply that the boundary between inner and outer blurs. No psychedelics needed for that. Though, granted, they do make it more obvious. Sometimes too obvious for those not ready to integrate that truth, and that’s okay. No one has to be ready. Death is already built into the deal, destruction of self, of ego, of body, of ripple. The only thing that keeps dancing is form itself, change itself, an endless shifting of energy across the great, infinite field of being.

And THC? It changes my tempo. It makes my brain spiral in ways I wouldn’t otherwise allow, lets me dip into the chaotic symphony of thoughts like some kind of cosmic DJ. ADHD-like, rapid-fire, bouncing between ideas that all feel like they matter, like they connect to some deeper pulse of understanding.

So how do you work with that? Do you fight it? Fix it? Or do you accept it, while also tempering it, like wind shaping stone? Meditation has been my counterbalance. Not to erase the ADHD-like mind, but to bring balance to it. A daily moment of intentional focus, not even on anything in particular. Just the act of focusing at all. Because the cure to imbalance isn’t suppression, it’s equilibrium. You can be wild all day if you also carve space for stillness.

So yeah, I vape. And I sit. I inhale. And I reflect.

One foot in the world. One foot beyond it.

Both are real. Both are necessary.

Less, truly is more.

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