Do you ever wonder what the point is? I don't mean, what's the point of life, no one really knows that one. I mean, what's the point of this particular life experience. Why this, why now, why period.
How hard do you have to think, to speak, to do - to get the message across that there is more. So much more than we realize, because we get so trapped and warped by life, our jobs, our stresses that we stop even bothering to glimpse out the window and notice the skies are full.
When is the right time to take that deep breath and breathe out all the garbled nuances that chain us? How do we realize that those pitiful little hooks are not helping...and that it's painful to remove them but not life threatening and thus freeing?
There are moments, while I sit and gaze sadly at cubicle walls, knowing I am wasting my time, my energy for an unseen value.
And values, those shockingly pesky ideas. A value is only valued by the one valuing it. What I value, others would despair at or waste away on or perhaps just mock. Still, there are the remote few or several who value some of the generalities that I value. Those of like minds and all that.
I'm may be saddened and annoyed at the moments inability to reflect what I want and need. However, that fickle bitch Time will eventually release her restrictions thusly causing rapid changes in reality again.
~~and this is not directed at/about/etc anyone I know or care about...I am just sitting in a conference room, bored out of my skull and avoiding the necessary process of working~~