I must say, the most common feeling I have as a adult
is one of spinning my wheels. Adulthood has been like
riding a stationary bicycle. A whole lot of effort to get nowhere.
In part, this is why I have focus my efforts on the stuff outside of work,
like reading and studying and writing things like this…
I have simplified my life… I keep the outside stuff to a minimum.
I have isolated myself. I don’t talk to friends. I rarely go out.
I don’t go out to movies. I mostly watch sports on TV and usually I can
have that in the background.
All this in an effort to keep focus on my efforts of reading and the like.
My isolation has given me a bit of clarity because my mind is not cluttered
with extra stuff. I resent the time I work because it takes me away from
my main priority. If I could isolate myself even further, I would.
and all this in an effort to understand who I am and what is the world…
I report my finding here.
When I woke up this morning, my first thought wasn’t about anything interesting,
it was about doing laundry. It wasn’t about improving myself or better understanding
of the world, nope, it was about doing the laundry. then it was about getting hold of
the lady who cuts my hair, Nadia. My hair is getting out of control…
and the mundane day to day living, takes hold. this endless loop of day to day stuff
is how we forget what is important… We get lost in haircuts and laundry and doing
the dishes and cleaning the living room and we forget… Is any of this day to day crap
really important? No, not really. I have to carve out space in my day to make room for
for what I consider important, the reading and writing and thinking…
the rest is just filler, wasting my day… I notice that people get lost in the day to
day stuff, thinking it is the important part and it isn’t. As I read and write, I listen
to music. Soft, new age music, mostly piano. the music helps isolate me from the day
to day stuff. There is loud crashing noise going on out in the street somewhere,
but I try to stay focus on this…Because in the end what is important, the noise or
the writing? I have made my choices… have you made yours?
Kropotkin