Thoughts
Explanations for explanations come to mind every time the latter comes to mind. It is part of what I think about each day. Sometimes it is the way people allow clothes to define themselves as opposed to allowing their selves to define the simple material worn. On other days it is the manner of life that people adopt, building impressions, innuendos, and messages around them the same way small talk is generated in big ways. When I was in Australia I asked myself and others around me why a female singer seductively carressed her body in a music video of a song about a failed and betraying relationship, and when I was in New Zealand, I thought about what a large, live body of nature would have to expound to a man in charge of a corporation.
There are also days when the watch reads evening and the sun sets and I feel scared. I try to register that fear as some sort of rational corrective measure kicking alive when I recall what the day in my consciousness qualified to, whether it was spent at the old studio of Charlie's earning an assistants wages, leaving home in the morning and catching the peak hour bus home with the sky that familiar beautiful hue of grey orange, or whether it was a boring day in camp doing seemingly mediocre things. The other time it was the protective foam my mum meticulously lined most of the wooden furniture in the house with. That also made me think about what qualified as "time alive well spent", or "meaningful". Sometimes it is like an overwhelming revelation of the importance of the present and the now, that burns a passion for life itself exuding from every action.
Then I realize that it seems to boil down to a value system of building a way of living in our lifetime. Or the need to consider the truth of love transcending prerogative, and to possess a want to love, in contrast to an imposed moral standard for an obliged gratitude for actions of kindness, or actions, at all. Or parents having and loving children for the sheer reason they want to have and love children. Or how religion binds and blinds but yet builds and bolsters.
So many thoughts, so tedious to post.
There are also days when the watch reads evening and the sun sets and I feel scared. I try to register that fear as some sort of rational corrective measure kicking alive when I recall what the day in my consciousness qualified to, whether it was spent at the old studio of Charlie's earning an assistants wages, leaving home in the morning and catching the peak hour bus home with the sky that familiar beautiful hue of grey orange, or whether it was a boring day in camp doing seemingly mediocre things. The other time it was the protective foam my mum meticulously lined most of the wooden furniture in the house with. That also made me think about what qualified as "time alive well spent", or "meaningful". Sometimes it is like an overwhelming revelation of the importance of the present and the now, that burns a passion for life itself exuding from every action.
Then I realize that it seems to boil down to a value system of building a way of living in our lifetime. Or the need to consider the truth of love transcending prerogative, and to possess a want to love, in contrast to an imposed moral standard for an obliged gratitude for actions of kindness, or actions, at all. Or parents having and loving children for the sheer reason they want to have and love children. Or how religion binds and blinds but yet builds and bolsters.
So many thoughts, so tedious to post.
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