“We all live in a little Village… Your village may be different from other people's villages but we are all prisoners.” - Patrick McGoohanI can tell there are changes coming, they’re in the air. Like right now I’m sitting here, moments away from going to sleep, with a cool breeze entering through the window. I can’t wait for Fall to show up. What I’m really looking forward to is Winter this year, I’m sick of the heat. I want to wear some of my sweaters, my nice coat. I want to have to carry an umbrella everywhere I go. I’m ready for a real rain to wash the scum off the streets, a real good hard rain.
These days I’m looking for joy in the small things, and thankfully it’s working. I have wanted to go to a place called Prince Edward Island for a long time. A few years ago I went so far as to send for some travel brochures. I still have those brochures. Sunday I went onto my ING account and opened a new savings account called PEI fund, which will be the basis for me finally going up to the island. It will probably take me a million years since I plan on saving very little right now. I can’t really afford to save too much. But, eventually I’ll go, this I vow.
That last statement just made me think of something, but I can’t share half an idea with you all. Suffice to say it was half an epiphany.
Moving on, I have decided that certain things no longer require my energy and/or my attention. From this point forward I will no longer pursue certain dead-end pursuits of the past. In the long run I have come to realize that deep down inside I may not actually want those things I say I do. And actually, now this is the half thought I said I wasn’t going to talk about just yet. But, I guess I really DID want to talk about it... didn’t I? I will say that I’ve gotten everything I’ve truly desired. I’ve been lucky in that way, and that knowledge keeps me happy even through horribly trying times.
And now I get how nothing is a mistake. That knowledge might free me, or it might not. I suspect that if I want to be truly free then I shall be. That brings another thought to mind, one that I will not share with you at all this time. I’m saving that one for something else I’m writing... that damn book of mine. I will say this, contentment equals pointlessness.
I’m good and bitter... the perfect elixir to write brilliantly. Once I was blind and now I see.
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