The one unfixable thing

It has come to my attention that we all have one unfixable thing prevalent throughout our lives.  No matter what we do, there's an itch we can't scratch, a hunger we can't feed, a patch of grass that can't be cut.  And this unfixable thing is not static.  No, that would be too easy.  It changes form.  Just when one giant hurdle is leaped, another cliff appears no more than ten feet away.  For me it's a submerged relationship with my parents.  It's been taking water for sometime and no matter what I do, it seems the hole can't be plugged.  Everyone's got this issue.  It could be a dream of becoming a dancer that never transpired, or a becoming a legendary composer that your stupid kids stole from you.  Maybe you're shy and can never get over it.  Maybe you have a foot fetish that just can't be quenched.

This makes me think we're all living the same experience.  That consciousness has all these tricks up it's sleeve to make us believe we're all very different people and each person has their own set of unique problems.  Remember, this is the same mind that, while you're sleeping, makes you believe you are breathing underwater, trying to beat Penelope Cruz in a strongman competition.  I mean, you believe the whole thing because the unconscious mind tells the story so fluidly.  The only thing separating that from waking life is the word "conscious".  To believe that our personal experience is wholly organic and unique and is totally unconnected to any other life form on the planet in any way may just seem a little mad.

So, pretend my unfounded ranting is right, and we all have one unfixable issue that follows us around our entire life.  What do we do about it?

I think we've reached a point where we're gonna have to face that unfixable point, whatever it is and transform it so we become honest human beings.  In a dream, everyone you talk to, every character, every situation is...you guessed it...YOU!  So, if even the slightest bit of these unfixable problems in our waking state are a reflection of inner turmoil, things we keep suppressed in the back of our heads, then it will have to be sorted at some point or another.  The only alternative is madness.