I seem to find it more of a struggle to write, as time goes on. I beleive this is because my general work life is even less creative than it was before and challeneges and projects that might engage me are just not there.
We work, I suppose to have the time off, but we can take none of it with us…that is the ‘things’ that the plastic bag society offers us. Love only rises above all and is carried i beleive beyond death, or at least our ability to love is.
I am caught now between my desire for a new kitchen, bathroom and redecorated sitting room and getting away from it all, and wandering around staring at people and drinking coffee.
There are some whose life is work, I would rather have more time off. However that is not todays culture.
—–
Similar Posts:
- A Daily Prayer
- Broken hearts – Love and Out of Love by Jonathan Spencer
- Feeling and Thinking
- Empty Life
- My life is boring
