Morning Reports

DAY 4

Jan 4: Done

Alex is up and being a normal 10 year old overcoming a stomach bug: loudly singing and gesturing imaginary adventures whilst he downs his mandatory yogurt and periodically runs to the toilet.

I am extremely tempted to go back to bed and doze off for 1hr or 2. It wasn’t difficult to wake up but now sleep nostalgia is very real… and I can’t really shower a second time to counteract morpheus’ uber cozy embrace.

I’m afraid I will have to resort to the most extreme measure: I’m going to have to DO stuff 😱

Earlier today, with the uninspiring sight of my dog peeing around frantically in my street, I was flooded with jaded reflexions on life on earth.

As the dog chased his hormonal dragon, rushing from tree to tree to compulsively smell the intoxicating scent of a nearby bitch in heat, I wondered how much of that crap affected us as humans.

The dog’s desperation looked ridiculous but there was something awe-inspiring about how powerful that chemical rush was. Insert unoriginal thoughts about the servitude of pleasure, and the meaning of life and freedom.

Now I remember that Alex asked me yesterday what the meaning of life was… I don’t think it’d be too far off to answer: learning how to turn the pull of pleasure into a freedom exercise (Epicureans to cheer enthusiastically).

But I like this answer better, and it includes the latter lesson: the meaning of life is to not be dead yet.