Hello all. Once again I am choosing to write without a subject in mind.
So right now I am a little sleepy, not too sleepy, just like one quarter sleepy. Like there is a giant loaf of soggy bread on my head dripping with my down my hair, which is hard to be wide awake with that. I am wondering when it comes to invention and imagination, where the limits are. I feel like there are limits and people as a whole maybe have met that limit of creativity and now we are just in the rehashing of things phase. haha, no, I don’t know..
I know I will probably make another picture for this post. haha, that will be fun, for me. anyways. But seriously, I do dislike being tired when I actually feel like I have a lot I could be doing right now. It feels like my time is being limited, and the threat is that there simply is not enough time.
But then again, what are the end goals anyway? Everything is hopelessly irrelevant to me in a way, so that I do things, strive etc, but there is no ultimate purpose. I am driven simply because I am driven. It is not for the end goal, but it is in the moment. There is no end goal, just a series of moments. There is no final day of ultimate achievement, the day that came, some new thing would immediately come up. It is only in the process of existing that things matter, end goals don’t. And since that is the case, then the end result is irrelevant. See? That’s what I meant. I didn’t mean to repeat myself. I think for my picture I will make a picture of fried eggs.
Hello all. I am somewhat amazed about how little I post here. And also how I started thinking I would write about things. And how I seem to have devolved into just saying whatever is on my mind. I don’t like the idea that I am writing in a public diary. I don’t like that. But it is what I am doing. As a means to keep the pressure down perhaps. I wanted when I first started communicating to the outside world to have a point and to be instructive. But now more and more I find there is no point to having a point.
So I guess to the point I am writing right now because I feel a certain amount of stress at the moment. I have been kind of stuck in some ways. Not able to find a proper way to express certain things, and so in a sense I am pushed back to blogging. It scares me to blog because at the same time I feel I have so little to really say.
So maybe I am just saying Hi at the moment. Hi to everyone else out there. Hi in this moment now. From this computer. Wires traveling down and pinging to a network and spreading the message to others. Now if someone wants to access the info by clicking on the link they can. Or they can click on some other link and access that message.
We are roots picking and choosing the messages we will receive this way. Picking some, bypassing others. The ones we usually pick or favor are usually something that have some natural emotional appeal to us.
And thus how communication occurs. Picking and choosing a million times a day towards what feels right or best for each of us.
I am at the end I feel of this blog, but next I will choose a picture and am hunting for a picture to fit best, though I am not sure if I will be able to find a picture, as I am not even sure what picture would fit best. One thing that comes to mind is a networking picture, but I don’t want that. I may pick something attractive but not even really about anything. Which would fit since I am not exactly sure what I am talking about.
okay made my own pic, started worrying about copywright this or that…