I sit in a quiet and empty house as daylight fades and night envelopes my surroundings. I turn a a couple of lights, but I hate the light and all the things that it brings. At times the light brings into view things that you don't like to see. Even on a sunny day I will at times sit alone with the shades drawn trying to hide from the outside world. As I sit, I put on some music, something atmospheric, something unlike todays music which is a collection of unlistenable vocalizations and beats. There is no longer musicianship, so I put on something from my childhood or days when music was music. I guess I am an old fuddy-duddy as I curse todays popular music.
I often times get off track, as I move from thought to thought. Somedays I drift from thought to thought and chastise myself for getting nothing done that the real world would consider productive. I guess my motivations are not what they used to be, as I approach the second half of my life I look back and wish I would have pursued more creative endeavors. Maybe if I would have stuck with the arts or really learned to play guitar....not sure if I would have been successful but maybe I would have been happier.
What is this thing that people call happiness anyway? I know it is subjective but it seems like we are always pursuing it. I have never been able to catch up to it and hold it continuously only for fleeting moments. I guess maybe that is why we chase it, we get a taste of it and we want more. Now that is something that should motivate me.
Here I am having a re-listening of the Alan Parsons Project album I Robot, in a quiet house contemplating life, I will let you know if I have any revelations soon.
I often times get off track, as I move from thought to thought. Somedays I drift from thought to thought and chastise myself for getting nothing done that the real world would consider productive. I guess my motivations are not what they used to be, as I approach the second half of my life I look back and wish I would have pursued more creative endeavors. Maybe if I would have stuck with the arts or really learned to play guitar....not sure if I would have been successful but maybe I would have been happier.
What is this thing that people call happiness anyway? I know it is subjective but it seems like we are always pursuing it. I have never been able to catch up to it and hold it continuously only for fleeting moments. I guess maybe that is why we chase it, we get a taste of it and we want more. Now that is something that should motivate me.
Here I am having a re-listening of the Alan Parsons Project album I Robot, in a quiet house contemplating life, I will let you know if I have any revelations soon.
