theres a beauty that comes from the stillness. from boredom. from the “still water where there is no pebble tossed, nor wind to blow.” the shower thought. the mediation. when we let go of the sticks that we can’t seemingly get our teeth out of all day.
side note: i’ve been using we in this blog a lot to describe a hopefully relatable human thing, but if it’s just me: fuck. also, this is just a handwave at ideas in philosophy that i’ve taken to heart over the years, if it sounds familiar it probably is. not much is original. REMIX
but there’s a beauty in that letting go. a certain freedom attached to the inspiration that comes from when we think about. well. nothing
i find this a lot when hiking, especially without music or talking. just.. walking. i also find it hard to do when i’m caught up in the day to day. escape from the to do list is nearly impossible, and sometimes… is forced by exhaustion. the inspiration gets lost, the daunting nature of the monotony of the day to day sinks in.
i get away. look for it elsewhere. fill the space and time with something… well. different.
i’m not sure i always have the opportunity to integrate but, i try. i guess this blog is an attempt at something like that. a reminder. an opportunity to slow down. to talk about it rather than spam text it.
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