The title doesn't actually represent anything that I am about to type, for I don't actually know what mindless dribble is going to come out today. I have of late kept myself to myself. I stopped writing and doing things that gave me a means of escape from the world because I found an even greater means of escape. Yes, work, that old chestnut.
While one preoccupies them self with work, and little play time, life, while rather dull, never seems to seem to bad. Mainly because if ones mind is preoccupied they don't have to deal with minor...or even major issues surrounding them. I've never been sure if this sort of thing is good or bad. Either way, ones mind becomes frustrated. When it comes to work work work the mind doesn't have time to relax, to think. To bring up the issues that lay dormant in ones mind for a time. The body doesn't get a chance to recuperate fully, and after a short spell of working continually you feel lifeless, lack motivation, and in some cases go dolally. When it comes to no work at all, this leaves a great deal of thinking time, and one can be overloaded with a vast array of thoughts and emotions; swamped, trapped, eventually void, numb, lifeless, lacking in motivation, and of course, in some cases, doolally.
So what is this balance thing all about? Is it actually possible ot have abalance between work and rest that is entirely suitable? I don't believe that there is. Firstly work, as we know it, is repetative, full of scheduale and routine, and I don'r believe that the mind was made to deal with routine. Nature is random on the most part, yet mathematically sound. By being mathematically sound it has structure, but by being random it is balanced. You see too much structure and routine turns everything dumfound. I don't know how, or if I am right, I'm just writing my usual nonsense dribble.
I dare you to spend a day or two living solely off the earth. No house, a tent if you must, but building a shelter out of ingredients lying around you is even better. Eating berries off trees and bla bla. It's difficult because you have become acustomed to the life you lead. The one where everybody tells you what to do and how to live your life. Even if you think they don't, in subtle ways they do. But live in the randomness of the natural world and a whole host of possibilities are layed out before you.
Really if I am honest I am tired, rambling and don't know how to convey my thougths to anyone outside of my head. I'm giving it a go though, but it's no strongpoint of mine. Tata for now x
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