This week was the first time since July I missed some days of blogging. I was planing on going back and writing a blog for each day I missed, but that’s ridiculous. Better to start fresh. As I like to say, Nunc Coepi—now I begin. Now I begin to blog every day again, until the end of time.
I’ve made a commitment to start “creating” at least once a week. Right now, this means sitting down and free writing. I free wrote this past Tuesday and creating some interesting work. Here’s one of the thoughts (if you can call it that) that I created:
Reality is a broken rocking chair. It’s uncomfortable and you can’t lean back as far as you’d like, but you sit in it and hope anyways. Hope is dangerous. I tell myself to stop hoping every day. I say, “Don’t hope. Make it happen. Think it into existence and existence will follow suit.” I am a father wearing a banana suit into Walmart. His kids aren’t around, but he’s rehearsing his act. Uncomfortable resistance, too drastic to be saved for Halloween. Why do I hate Halloween?
I like the first line and the line about the banana, but the rest doesn’t make too much sense (yet). I like writing and not knowing what it means. It’s the half-known world, the uncertain realm of the universe. Certainty bores me and cannot be trusted. I want to be okay with being uncertain, more like the weather. Less like construction plans.
Here’s to an uncertain life on a rock floating through nothingness.