the meaning of life: a big circle
Living, for me, is a constant cycle of change, bouts of stagnation and the infinite pursuit of self improvement.
My house goes through furniture rearrangements every few weeks. This is to improve the functioning of our family unit (but really to add something new to a lifestyle that has inevitably become stale).
In the morning, when you awake, the dawn suddenly feels that much more loveable. Because, you know in your heart, that the couch downstairs has been moved 5 inches to the left.
Yet, that same couch will later fall under bored, scrutinizing eyes. "Let's move it over there, instead" - yes, that'd make life feel that little bit fresher again.
Ever changing, ever moving, never arriving.
I don't think I'd like to arrive, anyway.
My house goes through furniture rearrangements every few weeks. This is to improve the functioning of our family unit (but really to add something new to a lifestyle that has inevitably become stale).
In the morning, when you awake, the dawn suddenly feels that much more loveable. Because, you know in your heart, that the couch downstairs has been moved 5 inches to the left.
Yet, that same couch will later fall under bored, scrutinizing eyes. "Let's move it over there, instead" - yes, that'd make life feel that little bit fresher again.
Ever changing, ever moving, never arriving.
I don't think I'd like to arrive, anyway.