Wow. So it’s nearly a read since 2005 I think; always, always check on you to see how you are chugging away at your sails, even if I do a drop in, a bit irregularly regular. I suppose I cast my perspective of your mindspace to fit my narrative of this whimsical person serenely encased in sheer swathes of fluffy material aka chiffonesque. Life doesn’t let one though does it? One has to furiously pedal away with innumerable assaults chipping away till the glass palace cracks, I apologise, am freewheeling incongruously perhaps. Now if only one can shape life as one could words. (I don’t mean to be a wiseass chump, really)Would that be something you think?
I really don’t know. Am told ikigai, kintsukorai, kinsugi and what not. Not sure about the spellings, although at a distant time back in my life, I was a bit exacting.
So, then, I suppose, through the years and time, we do our lives furiously and gently as we choose, and hope to God, one doesn’t break to smithereens, hold on to some semblances of a broken oft mended person, always aware we are in a pale blue dot and it will all make sense one day. Will it, you think? Such dreadful we’s and one’s. Sigh.
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I really don’t know. Am told ikigai, kintsukorai, kinsugi and what not. Not sure about the spellings, although at a distant time back in my life, I was a bit exacting.
So, then, I suppose, through the years and time, we do our lives furiously and gently as we choose, and hope to God, one doesn’t break to smithereens, hold on to some semblances of a broken oft mended person, always aware we are in a pale blue dot and it will all make sense one day. Will it, you think? Such dreadful we’s and one’s. Sigh.