So Serious, This Life
October 13th 2006 13:02
I become irritated when this thing called life makes me get serious. As if there are things more important than kicking it, having a good time, laughing, and the like. That's my default--ease.
Yet, there are these other things in the soup. Money, sickness, politics, religion, meaning of life, hatred, laws, and all other things that interrupt the easy-going way of being. I really don't have time for all that. I mean really, what's the point?
Have we progressed, as a species, to the point where life has to be so difficult? So full of fraught and stress and pressure and strain and not enough time and conflict? Again, what is the point.
Why would enjoyment and satisfaction be so elusive? Why would a culture be organized such that 'kicking it' is at times even seen as pathological?
Perhaps I would do better as a cave man. My job would be to find food and protect family. Period. The rest would be to 'kick it'. Be. Bask in my aliveness. No complexity in the name of making life easier. Simplicity.
Simplicity.
Do you long for Simplicity?
deorre
Yet, there are these other things in the soup. Money, sickness, politics, religion, meaning of life, hatred, laws, and all other things that interrupt the easy-going way of being. I really don't have time for all that. I mean really, what's the point?
Have we progressed, as a species, to the point where life has to be so difficult? So full of fraught and stress and pressure and strain and not enough time and conflict? Again, what is the point.
Why would enjoyment and satisfaction be so elusive? Why would a culture be organized such that 'kicking it' is at times even seen as pathological?
Perhaps I would do better as a cave man. My job would be to find food and protect family. Period. The rest would be to 'kick it'. Be. Bask in my aliveness. No complexity in the name of making life easier. Simplicity.
Simplicity.
Do you long for Simplicity?
deorre
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