Life at № 42
Have you ever considered you’re just twiddling?
I went to a gallery opening earlier. Some beautiful things there (more on that tomorrow.) I saw a painting I intend to buy by a young Scottish artist.
I’ve been thinking about things like that lately. How one fills one’s time. We, human animals, put such energy into such a range of unusual pursuits. How we look, what we own, what we read, what we eat- how we arrive at each particular decision. Sometimes we relive terrible moments and (re)worry about something someone said to us in 1987. Or 91 or 98 or 2005.
And yet- we’re only really treading water. Waiting until our legs go tired and we sink. Hopefully peacefully. And at that moment we’ll realize that none of our past obsessions, desires or pains meant anything at all.
Happy monday night 🙂