I know, I know, another post – it’s hard to believe. Not many people are reading these anyways, and that’s probably the understatement of the day. But I feel the urge to write at any rate, maybe to ease my mind – and so here I am. I’m not exactly consumed by anything at the moment, only agitated. In a sense I’m waiting for sleep to once again take me, and to soon greet a new day where I might be refreshed and start the “real work” that lies before me. “Keep on keepin’ on” I once heard a wise man say. It’s difficult to take myself seriously.
I’m happy in the moment, I can say that. I’m happy to have a blog and to write. To share my thoughts and to spread them, or make them known to the world. It’s comforting in a way, even though at the moment I have a very small audience (maybe this takes the cake as the understatement of the day!). I expect one day to have readers, and the thought that even a few people might read one of these posts, and commiserate – feel a sense of belonging or recognize a shared affinity – is enough.
So things are good, at least in the moment, and I am happy. It’s good to have something I think, where you feel some competent and able. I wonder as well if that doesn’t make you fragile and vulnerable as well – as if this might serve as a prop that could easily be knocked down. I don’t mean to speak in platitudes or turn to sophisms, but life is full suffering. I’m reminded of the Buddhist idea of samsara – a fixation or attachment to worldly desires and the impermanent. Life is full of suffering. That’s hardly a fitting end to the post. I suppose I could add: “that need not make us sad”.