The feeling of falling is something I cherish. The instants where you are weightless with no ties to amount of effort it takes move your arm from at your side to covering your mouth, no energy required to drag yourself from one point to another as you force your legs to lift and stand ready. Gravity is your only guiding force, and its the only thing you rely on. There is something so reassuring about falling.
Lately I just feel like I'm shuffling along from one place to another, following schedules about meeting clients and attending meetings and writing emails that reply about doing a conference call. Its exhausting the amount of effort we go through simply to follow these guidelines set out before us from some all seeing governing force about how work needs to be done. I wish to drop all these things and simply fall into my bed and sleep for days.
Yet, I am instead falling into rhythm where I wake up, go to work, then go to work again, then hang out, then read, then sleep. Day after day after this cycle repeats itself yielding me to simply be guided by a preset schedule telling that this is good for my resume, so I will be able to get a good job once I graduate, so I may provide for my good family, and send my good kids to a good school where they may go to a good college to put on their resume.
I am falling, yet there is no end. My entire life I have been falling one way or another. I guess I never want to finally stop falling because when I do, well I'll be dead. Yet for me to fall there must be gravity drawing me to something, I should enjoy the descent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQfbZy8BRSA&feature=youtu.be
Lately I just feel like I'm shuffling along from one place to another, following schedules about meeting clients and attending meetings and writing emails that reply about doing a conference call. Its exhausting the amount of effort we go through simply to follow these guidelines set out before us from some all seeing governing force about how work needs to be done. I wish to drop all these things and simply fall into my bed and sleep for days.
Yet, I am instead falling into rhythm where I wake up, go to work, then go to work again, then hang out, then read, then sleep. Day after day after this cycle repeats itself yielding me to simply be guided by a preset schedule telling that this is good for my resume, so I will be able to get a good job once I graduate, so I may provide for my good family, and send my good kids to a good school where they may go to a good college to put on their resume.
I am falling, yet there is no end. My entire life I have been falling one way or another. I guess I never want to finally stop falling because when I do, well I'll be dead. Yet for me to fall there must be gravity drawing me to something, I should enjoy the descent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQfbZy8BRSA&feature=youtu.be
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