Today has been a pretty normal Monday for me. Few shocks or surprises. A (maybe predictable) lethargy struck me at around 4pm. From then to the time now, (6.15PM), I have been
- Cleaning dishes
- Drying and putting away all dishes
- Cleaning and washing and tidying
- The kitchen
- The bathroom
It seems oddly enough, or predictably enough (depending how you look at it) that the movement I force into my life to keep momentum going is very key and important for me, if I am to have any hope of forever defeating this hydra of a foe: Persistent lethargy.
I used to get nihilistic in that kind-of childish way about living in mess, a messy room, a messy skull. Now it doesn’t matter in the opposite sense. If nothing matters, I may as well devote a good hour, two, or however long it may take, on an effort that improves my quality of life and mind-space and well-being.
Oh-no! I have no one to share this with, but the sky! Said no bird ever as it sang to the sky.
There’s no better philosophy than to live alongside and live in harmony with nature and the natural environment, its beasts, its children.
Everything online or in books is unrealistic. The over-wrenching and ridiculous emotions and passions the unreal provide me, have far too much say, and to-say in my mind’s cloister.
Clean room, tidy mind and a short blog post marking these, to a handful of people, may all be the only and deepest mark that distinguishes the thirty first of July 2023.
Could be worse.
The Humble Rock Dove 