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Space
Space
I have nothing really important to write about today, so I thought, in a postmodern sort of way, I'd write about not having anything to write about. Whilst writing this, however, it's suddenly dawned upon me that I do have something to write about-something that's been bothering me. It's an issue that quite interests me of late:Forgetting myself. I don't mean conciously trying to forget myself in the spiritual sense, I mean unconciously forgetting the things that bring me happiness. Periods of happiness are often interspersed with moments of seemingly inexplicable sadness. A lyric in a Spiritualised song sums it up quite well: "The problem with the straight and the narrow is it's too thin, I keep falling off to the side." One moment you're cruising along a smooth road, feeling carefree, and the next, you're off bumbling along a dark country road blemished with pot holes and rocks, sweat pouring down your face. There seem to be no signs signalling "works in progress" or "bumpy road", nothing to help warn you of the danger you're naively heading into. But there ARE signals: I know the things that bring me happiness and the ones that brings sadness, but I just forget to acknowledge them. I've heard that when we wake up, it takes a few minutes to remember who we are, where we came from and what we're doing here. There was a zen monk who used to wake up every morning and shout out his name, to remind himself of who he was. I might start doing that......if I remember.
(The title of this blog is Space. This is merely to emphasize the point that sometimes I forget to do the things I'm suppossed to; like think of a title relevent to the text!)
posted by PA on Thursday, December 18, 2003
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