Do we scheme, organize, schedule and diarize – procrastinating – leaving life behind without living enough, as if surviving was living?
Where are we going and how will we know when we get there?
To be clear, I’m not morose or down or weary.
I’m feeling significantly inspired, rested and fully caffeinated.
Delving into that dreamy ethereal metaphorical section/wedge of my brain where I can be more focused on action than on my memory, more devoted to doing than planning to do, more alive. Maybe I’ve been reading too much lately about dead people – or reading the brilliant writing of dead writers (loving my new Styron book – My Generation), exploring wise words and videos of E.L. Doctorow who died this week and a great editorial piece this morning by scientist Oliver Sacks .
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 13C/55F, lots of clouds around, risk of thunderstorms this afternoon; Gusta’s well-exercised perambulation was accompanied by my not-hurting-so-much foot and a weird wobble that must look wretched from behind …
Funny thing, perspective, how much it does influence reality. If we don't have the "proper" perspective our experience can get derailed. With the "proper" perspective we can accomplish success. It's all in our heads. GW, Bon Wier, Tx.