I sit here on a Sunday evening, too tired to do anything exerting. Too brain-fried to do any writing – this blog update aside. I sit here listening to Spotify (The Gaslight Anthem, if you’re interested), wondering how hard it can be to play guitar (I’ve made a right mess of it over the last eight years). Wondering how hard it can be to finish a book idea and get it off to an agent (I’ve made a right mess of that so far as well). I’m wondering how hard it can be to actually do some exercise and try to reach my physical peak before that peak crumbles to a plateau. I think about all of these things and much much more, but at the moment I’m too tired to do anything about any of them.
And then it seems we’re rubbish sometimes. Humans. The one animal that has mastered few things as well as over complicating matters and distracting ourselves from achieving. Christmas is around the corner of course. Though I don’t consider that anywhere as important as the event the week after it; New Year. A chance to consider what you’ve done and what you’ve not done in the last 12 months. A chance to realise that this world of ours isn’t slowing for anyone, and because as far as anyone can ascertain, we might not come this way again, we need to make the best of our lot. I suppose what we need to not do is waste time. Like Sunday evenings spent doing little constructive.
And I suppose that’s sort of the reason I put this site here: Sunday evenings…well any time really where my thoughts just overtake my fingers in the hope of being of some sort of interest to someone, anyone out there reading them. I can’t do any of the things I consider to be goals that I’d like to achieve a this time on this sort of day. But I can do this. I can write. I can create something. I can reaffirm my own existence, to paraphrase Gao Xingjian. Because I’m human. And I’m trying not to be rubbish.
Please Colour Us Constructive
I sit here on a Sunday evening, too tired to do anything exerting. Too brain-fried to do any writing – this blog update aside. I sit here listening to Spotify (The Gaslight Anthem, if you’re interested), wondering how hard it can be to play guitar (I’ve made a right mess of it over the last eight years). Wondering how hard it can be to finish a book idea and get it off to an agent (I’ve made a right mess of that so far as well). I’m wondering how hard it can be to actually do some exercise and try to reach my physical peak before that peak crumbles to a plateau. I think about all of these things and much much more, but at the moment I’m too tired to do anything about any of them.
And then it seems we’re rubbish sometimes. Humans. The one animal that has mastered few things as well as over complicating matters and distracting ourselves from achieving. Christmas is around the corner of course. Though I don’t consider that anywhere as important as the event the week after it; New Year. A chance to consider what you’ve done and what you’ve not done in the last 12 months. A chance to realise that this world of ours isn’t slowing for anyone, and because as far as anyone can ascertain, we might not come this way again, we need to make the best of our lot. I suppose what we need to not do is waste time. Like Sunday evenings spent doing little constructive.
And I suppose that’s sort of the reason I put this site here: Sunday evenings…well any time really where my thoughts just overtake my fingers in the hope of being of some sort of interest to someone, anyone out there reading them. I can’t do any of the things I consider to be goals that I’d like to achieve a this time on this sort of day. But I can do this. I can write. I can create something. I can reaffirm my own existence, to paraphrase Gao Xingjian. Because I’m human. And I’m trying not to be rubbish.