Amazing...truly so how words eventually find their meaning. And the authors genuine self if truths be known.
Your words with their message feels conflicted. Not harmonious or in tune with themselves but wishful thinking believing enough is enough until you had the moment when the door sprung open.
Political and non blaming are akin to a omelet breakfast with no egg except that left on your face. Capitalism, patriarchy and white supremacy as fulcrums for your argument being your breakfast of champions as fools digest their human inclinations while stating that anxiety is representative of a failed connection to another...or others or something of needs not being had as you seek a paranoid object of the day.
Therapy is your way and organizing others of the same nature the tactical approach. Hum, I wonder about that enlightened journey.
Jeremy, your meal dejur served up as the correct notion of the moment while you chew on your whole cloth of thinking suffices to the needs of the lost and weary...and those you define as non-connected to their own spirit and natural selves but not to thoughts and their thinking beyond the obvious. You feel "stable" and consider it a outcome worth emulating while "connected with everything I truly am."
Confused and conflicted is the place you might wish to consider to lay your resting head down on. Take a pause from writing such dribble and think about it for a moment or year or two.
Your map is surrounded with dragons my friend. Forget the territory for a fool on his errands knows it all too well.
Jeremy, consider taking another hike as you say you already do this trek coveting another option. Think about what you are thinking. Think harder and be honest with the "connected" self. That might be a good place to revisit when growing takes on its connections.
The culture you hark to is not your friend...or critical connecting point. Begin anew with what your unique map can offer is the only words of advice I am offering today. The rest is simply an observation.
And, a final thought...and the vibes. Put your ears to the ground and hear the pulse beat...feel the cadence. Your clarion song awaits. You don't need another to tell you that. Dead men and women lying for an eternity on a mountain top having lived according to their own terms far out live those who remain at the base camp "connecting" with each other while speed dialing their anxieties...forwarding texts to their therapists.
Good luck.
Eric