stream of consciousness.
take 1.
to whom it may concern,
i love that word,
whom.
someone once told me:
that things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out.
someone else once told me:
you gotta have a goddamn plan.
and someone else once told me:
never buy wine by the gallon.
every year i tell myself:
dana
don't stretch yourself too thin.
you ain't going to have time to stop and smell them roses.
an activity, both metaphoric and literal, which you enjoy greatly.
and every year.
i end up stretching myself thinner.
it has almost reached a level of absurdity at this point, as if ambition and challenges, both mental and physical, have become some sort of end in themselves. that i get more satisfaction from the intrinsic experience of accomplishment than from the achievement itself.
tangent:
those who take grammar as a rigid set of rules have lost sight of the fact that writing was, at one point, a pursuit of aesthetics in addition to a means of conveying information.
in any case, i dont think i am going to capitalize my i's anymore.
tangent within a tangent:
i don't think i fully get the movie inception.
anyway,
i've been reading this book Flow, and it has edified the attitude i have culitivated toward accomplishment to such a degree that when i am doing almost anything, even while consumed by what seems at the time to be depression, i can find some uplifting and meaningful experience.
so in the inevitable stress that accompanies stretching oneself too thin, or being put in a seemingly unfortunate situation, there lies some enjoyment, which, given the right perspective, is easily illuminated.
so.
who cares.
well
you should,
whomever you are.
