As an elder who easily creates when no one is listening, and is equally curious by the crap of performance our social order has changed to.
there seems to be a fine well of sifted dust that we must locate in our pile of boulders. We stare at the pile until our movement out of thought compels us.
Examining the rocks, one by one until the pile is suddenly gone. Sitting in the middle, beautiful granite rocks all around us.
Only then, we see the detritus left-here in the center with us-and grab our sieve. And sift.
The fine dust is golden and shiny and grains so small we can actually eat it, nourishing us along the way.
Keep moving the boulders. The fine dust is always there, feeding us.
Its like the move we progress the easier it is to miss out what makes the progression progress... therefore we go backwards. Your blog's so well written. Love this!
I completely relate to the feeling of exhaustion of constantly analysing your thoughts and trying to self improve. Especially although I love writing about the thoughts I have sometimes this can make it a little worse!
As an elder who easily creates when no one is listening, and is equally curious by the crap of performance our social order has changed to.
there seems to be a fine well of sifted dust that we must locate in our pile of boulders. We stare at the pile until our movement out of thought compels us.
Examining the rocks, one by one until the pile is suddenly gone. Sitting in the middle, beautiful granite rocks all around us.
Only then, we see the detritus left-here in the center with us-and grab our sieve. And sift.
The fine dust is golden and shiny and grains so small we can actually eat it, nourishing us along the way.
Keep moving the boulders. The fine dust is always there, feeding us.
Its like the move we progress the easier it is to miss out what makes the progression progress... therefore we go backwards. Your blog's so well written. Love this!
I completely relate to the feeling of exhaustion of constantly analysing your thoughts and trying to self improve. Especially although I love writing about the thoughts I have sometimes this can make it a little worse!
beautifully put! my exact thoughts when i started writing for “fun” again on here