Let's watch TV, or play with ants.
Good Morning/almost dawn/its dark but not night,
This time of day confuses me.
That’s beside the point.
My posts have been a snore lately; I have been a snore really.
Its not that I don’t have anything to share, I do, but I’d just rather not.
Why you ask?
Well you didn’t ask but I know you were thinking it.
Well, because I don’t really think it would entertain you enough.
These days, as always, I’m sure all of us are going through hardship or change one way or another.
This change could be positive or negative of course, but I mean we are in a constant cycle of instability.
We wake up every morning not really knowing what will happen in the next hour, let alone the next few weeks, months, or years.
I mean I could walk out of the house and a pigeon could poop on my head causing me to go back in and wash up which would make me late to an important meeting I was about to attend which could make me lose a job opportunity, which in the end will lead me to an even better job opportunity in the future without me knowing it (this is a hypothetical situation, nothing about it is true or ever will be true, a pigeon will never poop on my head because it will be dead before it even thinks about it, Chuck Norez has taught me well when we met in hair braiding camp).
So anyways, what I mean to say is that we all go through things in life, good or bad, but we always try to escape reality at certain points throughout the day.
Reading this blog post might make you forget whatever problem you were going through even if it were for a second.
Watching TV would make you live a moment of false reality, hope, joy, and excitement for the 45 mins you were to watch a series.
Playing with ants would make you realize how powerful and physically big you think you are, but how infact puny you relatively are to the universe. How everything that seems small is big, and everything that seems big is small, and how stupid you would actually look to people watching.
However, whatever we do, the reality we actually live in won’t come to an end, and what is happening or what will happen is inevitable.
Those few moments that we do escape reality, those few moments where the profound universe seizes to exist is the most relaxing moments you could ever get. Moments where you know nothing matters, and everything will be ok.
Now let’s hug and eat some ice cream and watch breakfast at tiffany’s. (Which I think btw is one of the most boring yet meaningful movies I’ve ever seen. I yawned more than I blinked.)
With that said,
I hope in the few moments you took reading my very uninformative post you were able to understand the true value of movies and the ineffectiveness of my writings J
Adios,
Shamma.