TOO BUSY

Otherwise I would write a reply to this which would assert that we make choices all the time about how we spend our time and then we complain about being a victim of circumstance by being kept from the fantasy life of doing what we really want to do.

Most of us don’t really know exactly what we want to do, we just go with the flow and most often choose the path of least resistance.

There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s a kind of freedom, a relaxed, passive type of living. In fact we come to this MO by trying the opposite a few times, you know, that directed, focused, must accomplish this to the exclusion of everything else, thing.

Because, once we’re done with that single minded, self directed activity, we’re worse off than before, the feeling of accomplishment is short lived, our blinders on pursuit has offended many and even hurt others close to our lives.

So, I guess we do it when we have to but for the majority of our time it’s actually better to do nothing at all. I mean that simply, life is better not planned and executed with military precision, just left to meander and roam this existential garden of delights pausing on a flower or two of pleasant sensation and then off again before the dreaded ennui ensues encompasses and drowns our ephemeral sense of self with dark clouds of, well, dark clouds of some kind of dulling sameness worse than death which must be a whole other level of dealing with striking a balance between non function and non existence.