WE ALL NEED A LITTLE ROOM
Monday, Jan. 13, 2020
Reality lives in a momentous consequential rackety world.
It lives. See-through and blaring.
In solitude, within privacy of interruption-free introspection– alone.
Our thoughts, reality, creating, peace, dreams, frustrations, imagining – possessing incalculable capacity for billions of simultaneous calculations without moving our head, just in our head, synapses borne of factory-installed software, that CPU between our ears – comes with a one-lifetime guarantee, serving us from womb-time till now.
Solitude can be a state of isolation or celebration – so often I find it to be both intertwined.
The opportunity to sit alone on an island somewhere – or in the middle of metropolis, but apart with our thoughts. Time to think. To grow the momentum of an idea, soundness of a decision, or resolve of a line drawn in the sand…
We all began in womb room somewhere.
Reader feedback:
Cash is still king when it comes to sticking to a budget. When it's gone, it's gone. Can't print it, shuffle it or conjure it... tech tools still not as effective on that front, imho, JB, Edmonton, AB
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