August 4th, 2020

Poem of the day

Not quite.

Instead, this is what's appearing this morning at 4.54 am.

The Boxer

 — Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises

All lies and jests

Still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest...

The litmus test

“The more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. The one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers most.”
Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain

Good morning.

I've been awake since 4 am. It might have been earlier, but that was when I looked at my phone.

Never mind. I'm here, and to me at least, that's all that matters.

I'll cut to the chase.

We judge everything in life by a nominal value — our litmus test if you will — called happiness.

Mostly, or so it appears, it's about seeking and holding on to something that pleases us — however ephemeral.

Nothing wrong with that you say.

But, if my life is any barometer of this stab in the dark, it's a chimaera of epic proportion. Then again, what does that have to do with you? I mean, just because I wasn't able to find happiness in my work or the things I pursued is no test of anything, right!

Then again, when I look up from this damn computer and start to analyse the stories, the language and the lives of those people who've I known, connected with or have skimmed the outer echelons of my life, there's an abundance of angst, anger and frustration in never reaching the promised land.

If only we'd stop running long enough to question our assumptions, beliefs and the sense of lack in not having everything our way; namely, more of the good stuff and a lot less of the shit. 

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My opinion

I'm learning the hard way that save for when someone needs my legal opinion, the rest of the time, well, it's best I keep my mouth shut.

Back to the music and work (of course).

Always the damn work. 

(I almost dropped another f-bomb but I think I'm already well in the red when it comes to my overuse of such words.)