I've been continuing my walking to and from work. It might take an hour out of my day, but that hour is a good hour. It's a time when I switch off a bit, loosen the ties to the world I'm walking through and become a bit of a spectator to it. If there's nothing much going on, I set the yards and my brain sails off quite happily by itself.
I listen to music as well, which helps.
I was thinking (absently) about my return to work after the holiday. Afternoons seem to stretch out for a long time. We all have times in our life that seem dull or boring, or that provide a mind-numbing effect that, looking forward, will probably be around for many years to come until the majority of us retire, and then...well. It's up to us, but we may well have developed some sort of habit by then.
That's not a greatly exciting image. Now look back at your memories (quickly mind, I'm talkin' here). How cool are they?
Very. Look at all that stuff you've done! You're a cool customer, no mistake.
Life seems so much more exciting in reverse, and I believe some philosophers seem to think that life only makes sense backwards, but that a true understanding of life backwards can never be had...if memory serves. I'll check my calendar when I get home. It's one of those sorts of calendars.
In memory mode, it seems (to me, anyhow) to take a special effort to recall all those dragging, grey, Tuesday afternoons.
So, live your life with a bit of anticipated retrospection: do stuff that will make good memories.
But the great thing about this is that while memories are great to have, it's one hell of a lot more fun getting them in the first place.
So mine's a pint.
Cheers.
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