i came across this entry in ‘the blues’ this week over at photo friday. i’m not sure i see how it’s exactly relevant to the theme, but it got me thinking. remember those days when you could derive such simple pleasure from a rainy day and a fogged up window? it’s no wonder adult humans are usually such grumpy bastards. i can really see why people chuck it all in and go and live in the forest. not saying i could do that. far from it. i’m the rugged indoors type really, but i get the attraction of living a life free of society’s imposed pressures. the pressure of money, and bills, and of consumerism and the pay cheque.Â
that being said, i have just bought myself a lovely new suit.
sometimes i don’t know why i get out of bed in the mornings. i mean, who am i really doing it all for now? my landlord is selling her apartment, which means i’m homeless once again. i’m nervous, because i have three months to find a new place. last time it took me more than four.
just one more bit of bullshit to deal with. something has to change, but just at the moment i don’t know what. i have a holiday coming up, because my parents are coming to see me. it won’t really be a holiday, because i don’t think i’ll have that much time for relaxing. aside from having to keep my guests entertained for about a month, now it looks like i’ll be spending at least some of it house hunting.
i need a real holiday. i need some time to feel happy and comfortable. it would be nice if i could work out how to inject a bit of that feeling into my professional life too, but my home life would be a start. i need time with friends.
the shawshank redemption is on tv. ‘get busy living, or get busy dying’ says andy. i’m not busy dying exactly, but not much is making a great deal of sense right now. hopefully living is somewhere not too far around the corner.
i have no idea what the stories behind these images are, but they’re powerful and well worth a look.
linky thanks to no traces for the tip off.
