I am listening to Moby Dick read aloud… it’s wonderful. I actually am fiercely writing, and the classical literature is helping. Admittedly, it’s making me soft, because anything rollicking or vaguely lyrical will snag my attention without pondering the intent. Â The fact is, listening to Mellville from 1851, we are absolutely dumb as bricks in this day and age. Just….. bricks. I catch the romanticist flourishes and grandiosity of his writing style, but seriously, it’s going over many a head nowaday. “Misanthropic forests”. Okay Herman, you are trying way too hard. Â But the book within a book was as charming as it was boring. I kid. Ancient Whale talk is riveting.
Maybe? MAYBE it’s like Joe Rogan says… “I know I’m stupid, but I am still WAY smarter than almost everyone I meet” Â Huzzah!
Here be a ramble:
I am starting to get quite good at not being attached to tech.
No more 24 hour news cycle either – listen to classical literature mp3, classical music, some NPR.
The simpler I become, the more whole I am.
It’s amazing to be at such a young age and seeking simplicity and calm… no more keeping up with the jones’, I am not trying to be anything, not insecure with most of life (for now), and not worried about legacy, etc. I feel really happy and free. I am alive in the universe. That is pretty much good enough for me.
When that internal wall inside you breaks down, and that ego floats away, so does that exhausting need to maintain it, personally, professionally. Then you just feel like you are part of everything – all these people and living things and universal systems. Quite epic.
So yeah. That’s what might be an over-personal ramble. Sometimes I just let it flow through my fingertips and I just read along as it writes itself. LOL. In the end, I figure all that really matters is to be kind. And not to set yourself on fire.