Uncolofully Me
If I were to tell of how I've been spending my days lately, this blog is going to be incredibly boring, I'm sure. I like to write about why I do things, much more than what I do. And truth be told, nothing very spectacular has happened here lately. I'm not angst-ridden at the moment, nor have I discovered new inspiration. I'm not deep in the throes of passion, nor am I wallowing in some dirty little sin. I'm not in the middle of any creative endeavour, nor am I engaged in some guilty pleasure, heck, I do not even foresee anything exciting about to happen next week. I haven't been feeling 'hot' nor 'cool' lately, I've only been feeling just right.
If i were at all to describe my general state of being for the past few weeks, I gotta say I have my ass parked in the middle region of OK, near its next-door neighbor -- contentment.
Contentment. No major epiphany there, no sounding of the trumpets. Just good, old, steady, unexciting, contentment. Could it be that the word is overrated? Is there truth to what they say that when there is contentment, boredom and complacency could not be far behind?
We humans are strange and fickle, and in that, I truly represent our race. I'm kinda beginning to question the merits of OKness and contentment and stopped myself before I began to dig in deeper. Looking back to exactly a year ago today, I would have given an arm and a leg to anchor in the steadiness of now, trust me. And so I am not gonna thrill you with stories of a colorful, poetic existence, for my life is so prosaic right now. I'm not even gonna inspire you with how I've braved some major storms lately, it's been calm and uneventful here thus far. There's nothing new to tell, and nothing much to complain about either -- truly, my life nowadays is not the stuff that books and scandals are written about. But then, this is just how it is with me today. And I'm not exactly complaining.
Filed Under: Life
If i were at all to describe my general state of being for the past few weeks, I gotta say I have my ass parked in the middle region of OK, near its next-door neighbor -- contentment.
Contentment. No major epiphany there, no sounding of the trumpets. Just good, old, steady, unexciting, contentment. Could it be that the word is overrated? Is there truth to what they say that when there is contentment, boredom and complacency could not be far behind?
We humans are strange and fickle, and in that, I truly represent our race. I'm kinda beginning to question the merits of OKness and contentment and stopped myself before I began to dig in deeper. Looking back to exactly a year ago today, I would have given an arm and a leg to anchor in the steadiness of now, trust me. And so I am not gonna thrill you with stories of a colorful, poetic existence, for my life is so prosaic right now. I'm not even gonna inspire you with how I've braved some major storms lately, it's been calm and uneventful here thus far. There's nothing new to tell, and nothing much to complain about either -- truly, my life nowadays is not the stuff that books and scandals are written about. But then, this is just how it is with me today. And I'm not exactly complaining.
Filed Under: Life
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