I’ve reached the point where I am no longer moved by motivational speeches and the plethora of opinions flying around. I am tired of anyone who feels the need to always pontificate, or to always be accomplishing something, always moving in a “forward” direction. Keeping busy.
Ugh.
I’m glad that not everyone thinks this way, because how would we ever make progress? How would we ever have developed technology that allows us to live in a shell and never look up? How would we ever have developed weaponry that kills people with more speed and efficiency and in larger quantities?
We can argue that we’ve needed the Newtons and Jobses and Edisons and the host of others who saw and see things not as they are but as they could be. It’s just that I have no inclination to be busy for the sake of being busy. I guess I’m just not that ambitious.
Don’t get me wrong—I notice things. My curiosity can be piqued. I have a sense of wonder. I am moved by beauty in its many manifestations. I am entranced by a starry night and a glance into the heavens. I could sit and talk until I’m blue in the face about God and whether or not God even exists. I am endlessly fascinated by color and composition and the power of natural forces. And I feel most engaged when I’m trying to do what I’m doing right now: write down my thoughts and attempt some sort of breakthrough that opens a window on insight and understanding.
I’d say that, so far, these ventures have been largely fruitless. I’m just spinning my wheels, putting words on a page to pass the time. I figure if I stay at this long enough, maybe there will be a breakthrough at some point. The right words will come and I will say something meaningful and significant, if only to me.
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