It's officially been 5 weeks since I broke my foot. In some ways it seems like it's been a lot longer, in some ways, shorter. Someone was saying how they were prepping for their kids to go back to school.. that hit home! Man it feels like my summer hasn't even started and yet it's swiftly moving on past. The idea of it getting cold again anytime in the near future is not exactly welcoming. Something tells me it doesn't matter that much though... like maybe I won't be here for another winter. Who knows?
A lot of time for reflection. A lot of movies and with poignant lines about life in general lately. We, as a society, take life too seriously. Does it really matter if we work 40 hours a week or 80? We are the only ones looking in the mirror. The rest of the world just goes on spinning around, with or without your presence. I don't mean that in a sad, lonely way- but in an observing relatively detached sort of way. In a self-realizing way. How do you define yourself? Is it by what you do 90% of the time, or maybe, just maybe, that 10% that you discount as downtime is in actuality closer to who you really are. Maybe it's because that 10% is so important and vulnerable, that you (we) throw ourselves into the 90%. Because it's safer, it's easier to explain, it's more predictable, more tangible. What would happen if we released the "importance" of the 90%, if we instead, openly admitted the 10%? Without self-importance, without judgement, without expectation... do you dare imagine what it (we) would be like?
Who are you?
1 comment:
Very true. I can relate more than you know. The last few times we talked- I could tell you were down past the level of "bummed," and on into "miserable" territory. I'll send some good karma for your foot!
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