At times, I forget how important it is to write things down. I make lists constantly, for groceries, for things to do, for bills to pay, for anything that I will forget about later, but not one bit of it is of any substance. My notes and lists have no profundity, no complexity, nothing of consequence. I write for no other purpose than to remind myself of petty aspects of my life. I could and would forget such things if they were not written down. The consequences of doing that would be so minor that the next moment would come and go without regret. But, I still go on writing little nothings such that the bits of paper clutter everything. This clutter is perhaps ironic given that the purpose of my lists and notes is for keeping things in place. This daily habit has brought me such worthlessness. My mornings are heavily caffeinated for the sole purpose of increasing neuronal firings, so that the worthlessness will be lost in the process and the petty reminders can be written down. Obviously I've created a pattern that has lead to my own demise. Thus, this blog is an attempt to order my thoughts, and to at least have a few moments of clarity and purpose in my writing, which should reflect back on my thinking as well (if all goes as planned). Thanks for reading.
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