Friday, July 13, 2018

Back to the Future

     A sense of deja vu envelopes me several times a day. Motor memory seems to ensure that I make all the right turns. Navigate even the new hexagon with ease. It feels like home. It is home.

     Familiar faces smile at me. Some might be cringing, but it's diplomatic to steer clear of meaningless confrontation. JNS has become JNIS. It is being led by a dynamic team of leaders. I am learning. I am engaging. I will be teaching the subject that I love the most.

     Applesauce has seen little of me. I seemed to have been working too hard and forgetting to think about myself. Who am I anyway? I ask people to think while simultaneously ensuring that I don't bother to look at my reflection; either literally or figuratively. I've turned myself into a product that delivers. A capitalist creation who thinks she can buy health and considers happiness overrated.

    Isn't it though? Isn't happiness a commodity which we are constantly selling people. From talc to towers, from pizza to pies in the sky - we are packaging happiness. And I'm just not buying it. Those who enter my sphere of contact come up with their own estimation of my happiness. I hear advice from everyone telling me that doing what I love isn't the way to live. And yes, doing what I do do does have its ups and downs. But not doing is worse.

     So this ramble shall raise a toast to doing. Do whatever you want to do. Just keep doing. Perhaps that is the key to happiness. Isn't even meditation intentional? Work is my meditation. I hope this...chapter/journey/voyage/ride/experience/tale/trial/tribulation/triumph/time shall help me understand the way of the world better.

     Over and out!