Random Thoughts After a Fun Weekend
Feeling important makes a person heavy, vain, and clumsy. To be a visionary, one must be fluid and light. If we take life too seriously — if we fool ourselves into thinking we have time — we miss so much. I’ve been guilty of that lately. Endless meetings; negotiations; worldly awareness. I know that these pursuits lack real meaning and only serve to create an air of false comfort and distraction, which can stifle the spirit and dull the soul.
Being out of control is dangerous business. You’re racing against a head-wind, blind, driven, and tormented. Trouble will find you.
Being in control is dangerous business. You’re strapped into a chair while the world and its magic spins around you, while you are passive and weak. Stagnation will find you. I’ve been too in control.
There should be a balance. Being tossed unexpectedly into a night of pure silliness, where laughter trumps time and time trumps reason will do wonders in restoring that balance.
To believe that the world is as you think it is, is stupid. The world is a mysterious place, especially at dusk on a windless October morning.
It is sheer joy in just living without attaching any intellectual purpose to it.
