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Four More Days
If you wake up in the middle of a primordial forest with bird calls all around, consider that your screensaver might also have audio.
Damn if it didn't seem like there was a .wav file in my living room last night.
The likelihood of there being hawks, cardinals, morning doves, pheasant and a few other to me unidentifiable winged animals in my house, is small. Still, I wholly believed in the idea of it for many of the hours of this most recent night because I didn't know about all the features of that new screensaver.
I took off the week previous to this one and just let time sluice on by. I didn't hold onto time. Neither did I put a premium on accomplishment. Might it be that one person's accomplishment is another person's waste of time?
What do you think about the idea of living life to the fullest? Is there too much vanity involved with the idea of that? How about all that stuff you are holding on to? Is it heavy? Or do you become so strong, so muscular with the practice of its weight that you don't even know you are carrying it? And if so, is it still really there? Should you carry more weight? Is there good value with the weight? How many mistakes are you considering as accomplishment?
I want to move away from questions today and consider the idea of breakfast while stating something from the rote of my worldly wisdom. It is always darkest before the dawn. I have a friend in California and he is practicing optimism. He has taken up a chant (it's hard to keep a Californian from chanting, they must all give into it eventually) and the chant goes like this--Four more days, four more days, four more days...Do you get it? This same guy likes to refer to the ruling body of the world's number one superpower, collectively, as fucktards. This is me getting the vote out, preaching to the converted, stating the obvious, being optimistic, having hope, seeing the future as I want it to be, while hoping my absentee ballot arrives in the mail soon enough to do any good.
Oh, see, there it is, the first glimmer of dawn, creating white shadows on the pine boughs (no, that's a big leaf magnolia), to imitate the idea of fresh snow on a school day.
I have friends who jog early in the morning.
Light becomes day becomes commerce.
Commerce becomes ambition.
Ambition becomes whatever it can.