Boredom moves one to do things, which you'll will ridicule like it's your religious obligation to do so. Like how I just googled, " images to wake you up". This reminds me of an amazing twitter handle, "@archillect". Now you must know how special it is for free spirited writer like me, with giving you amazing photos hourly, it helps in provoking your thoughts to think differently. If it floods your creative juices, you can bring it out to amaze the world and the people around you.
What I was going to write in the first place, is now totally out of my mind. Well it can be due to my habit of thinking about handling issues like world peace and hunger side by side with worrying about my beard hair longer on one side. Sometime I even forget on which side they are actually longer, so I touch my face to reassure it.
Envy is such a great force sometimes, the thought of it came to my mind with a memory of someone telling me how they wrote seven thousand words in a single day, it is closest think to a motivation I can have, like an old saying from some culture I am uncertain of, which states like this, " if others can do it so can you".
Before they tell me how great they are, I feel as tall as the next person only if we ignore the literal height and make the overall feel of existence as the parameter to compare. But they shatter my illusion of uniformity & comparability with failing to keep from speaking their enchanting mindful ideas, their usefulness and their thrift to take a blow from hard luck like it is no big deal, makes my puke at my feet. Feeling so little is common for me, my providence to not pat my own back is to the extremes where taking about it feels like sarcasm.
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