To Distant Seas

“What are you doing this morning?” was his question.

“Sipping coffee and slipping into the Facebook vortex,” was the most common response with various shades of “I hate work,” laced in the spelling.

Not being a working person, the hidden response, “What will I do to entertain myself today,” might be detected if anyone was listening well enough. And it might not portray desire any more than fear.

It’s not really entertainment as much as it is pushing away the fear of death. When there is nothing of a distraction, the brain is on its own.

Perhaps today would be a good day to jump off a cliff. People who survive claim it allows for great appreciation of trying to remain alive — those who don’t, well, they never say.

It isn’t any kind of wish to be 20 again. It’s wishing that the world could be more hospitable and that others didn’t ruin things so rapidly and wouldn’t be so hard to get along with. It’s wishing competition would mellow into sharing and caring and that fast fashion with regard to all thing meant to feed an ego would morph into a culture that could be put on a boat and floated out to distant seas that would never return to shore.

It’s another kind of wishing for more, more, more. More time to get things right. More time to fix the moldy leak. More time to plant the garden after building the good soil. More time to love another dog.

Wishing gets you nowhere.

As the person asking the question and sipping the coffee said, “Just sippin coffee and typing this morning. How’s your day so far? What’s on your mind?”

It wasn’t this typist, it was another in the Facebook vortex who is an artist and he also said, “Seeing others discover things that work in their process and making small leaps of skill is what it’s all about. There are seven billion people on this rock. If a few hundred more artists show up and are successful that’s a good thing. There is a big enough ecosystem for all of us.”

It’s hard to agree, (about the ecosystem being enough), but it is a friendly brain game.

“What’s on your mind?”

“What it would be like to live in Ikaria,” was this typists hidden thought.

Image credit: Song of the Distant Seas

 

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