Being and doing

What am I doing? The answer to this question has not, for the last six months, inspired me to write about it. Nor have I been inspired to write about anything else. Similarly, I haven’t read any books except for one (Animal Farm) for just about the whole year. A literary drought of sorts has befallen me. I think I’m looking for something else.

Or, I’m not looking for anything in particular.

I have been being, perpetuating, persisting, existing, graduating, not studying, working, earning, holidaying, planning holidays. I find myself not listening to music a lot. I find myself unintentionally forgetting to put music on when I could but also sometimes leaving it off in the car. Despite being on call for work I’ve had a very enjoyable non-writing period.

It is now that I’m wondering what part of anything that I have to say is worth pushing the ‘publish’ button for. Easily, I could instead write this somewhere else, just for me to reflect on. Let’s call this part of my identity for the time being.

I suppose what this medium really is for is for insight. If you’re not bored thus far by wall-of-text (albeit a modest wall) it’s probably because you know me and you’re thinking that I might have written something interesting. Maybe you identify with someone who doesn’t quite know what they’re doing. What insight I have to present the world with right now is: nothing.

I don’t think I’m without intuition. I probably consider it to be one of my greatest gifts. But what could I tell you? We have life and we are to enjoy it as we see fit. In a way, what I am insightful of is larger and more simple than previously. For me, this is very very good.

So yeah, nothing to see here folks, move along. Go on and have a lovely day!