Important Stuff

Once again I find myself staring at the cursor drawing a complete blank, as to what to say. Last night so many brilliant words were coming out of my head (or so I thought). But I was too tired to type them out. So now after working on the nuts and bolts of two previous pieces, I’m all but drained of ideas. Some professional writing friends of mine (people that have actually taken creative writing courses) tell me. Just jot down some shit till something inspirational falls out. Well if you know anything about deprecating you know what comes out must first come in.

Sorry, I just made myself laugh. Forgive me for my explicit humor. But in a way that’s how it works. Just outside my window a group of birds pick at the freshly mowed grass for seeds and bugs. Unbothered by my staring they peck away at the loose grass. Stopping every once in a while to groom themselves. It’s such a treat to still see such things from my new prison window. While still missing my bird friends at the old place. But it is what it is, so rather happy or sad, moving was the best move.

Thinking about all I see and all that I hear myself saying. Time is nothing more than the measurement around the sun. I’m amazed at how little I depend on a clock to dictate my days. I mean, I still have appointments to keep, but with the exception of a few they are still suggestions. I see a gentle breeze blow like a silent movie through the double pane glass. Thinking how freedom of thought and expectation brings a refreshing prospective of what life really is. We have to work out of necessity of course. But those things don’t have to dictate the value of your happiness or peace of mind. Remember to live free. To live for the important stuff.