Obligatory reference to outdoor urination aside, Ken has an excellent blog entry today. This is my favorite bit (hope you don’t mind the shout-out, Ken) —
Why are you living this life?I’m living to enjoy my family, to challenge myself, and to enjoy those who dream.I am very sad for the families of the dead, on all sides. I am sadder that Americans find it so easy to relate only to those people who share the same strip malls, tampons, and cheese fries.So what? Tomorrow I do more of the nothingness that makes up my day. I bet you are more Buddhist than you would dispute.
There is so much in this world to be depressed and distraught about; so much needless pain and suffering and injustice. Thinking about it can be staggering. Do not misunderstand me; I do not try to ignore the injustice or sweep it under a rug or stay comfortably shielded in my cloak of tenuous middle-class mythology. I do not want to start the sentence immediately following that last one with the word “but”. I’m not sure what my point it. I suppose it is this: given all the “bad” out there, and given the fact that we’re only on this earth, in this life, for the blink of an eye, we have to do what we can to make the most of it and find good wherever we can. Good can — and should — be found in the mundane, the every day. You just have to work at it sometimes.If I weren’t so averse to formally labeling myself as anything, I might just become a Buddhist — formally. Whatever that means.Some observations:
- I’m not feeling motivated about my blog software lately. I think I’ll put it on hold until the next wave of inspiration strikes. Which could be tomorrow, or next month.
- I’m taking a trip to Boston for my 25th birthday, to visit some friends from NYU whom I haven’t seen in almost 5 years.
- I took a nap from 6:40 PM to 9:00 PM tonight.
- As of approximately 8:45 this morning, I am “officially”, “legally” single again. It doesn’t matter.
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The single thing caught me totally unawares.
Lucy, you got some ’splainin’ to do!!
Well, if you have not been ’splained to about it yet, then I can’t guarantee anything.