I wonder what do people do for inspiration. How would you get yourself up and going. What tricks do you have get yourself motivated to move. Strange thing I observe. I’m been good at giving advises, reaching out to offer a shoulder, a helping hand or a motivational talk. I feel inspired in relation to…the problems of the others…I feel powerful, skilful, able and equally easygoing, when the going is needed for another. I feel confident I can solve just about any problem the others might have. Perfect, huh? When the same things needed for myself though, I am numb. Comfortably numb, like they say…or sing…Too comfortable in my inaction, hiding in a peaceful shelter from the realities of my world. I now know that if I need to, I am able. The problem is – there is no sense of need. I’m good where I am and the mind refuses to move out of this comfort zone. Yet I know that I can, if I really really wish to. But I won’t, as I do not see the point…see where the issue lies? Mind knows all the right things to do, yet the same mind sabotages good intentions with the blanks replacing purpose…there is no purpose anyway…
I have neglected this place lately. Not a good sign, as all the talks still happened in my mind, they just do not find their ways out…because…what’s the point…grayish plague of indifference gnaws the inspiration away slowly but surely…what’s the point of writing down my thoughts, if they won’t make any difference to my world…what’s the point of getting excited over one wonder or another, if the wonders are just as passing as the mundane…what’s the point in reaching out if the thread only holds while you weave it…what’s the point in building bridges if nobody ever attempts to get over to the other side…what’s the point of making something from your day, if you can’t share the day of your making…what’s the point to do it all for self, when I’m happy as I am, with or without…this is the thing, I’m not depressed, I’m not in trouble, not in pain or anything. I’m good. Just – averagely good. Is it such a bad thing?..
OK, I vented it off. Now lets say something mundane. I have noticed recently there is no logic in retail industry, namely in regards of the ladies watches and the handbags. With the watches – it is a simple trait, really: the more expensive the handwatch is, the less time it can display. Literally. If you want to be able to see what time it is as in hours and minutes, you have to buy a cheap watch. A simplest one. The dullest too. But if your desire – to marvel at the shiny diamonds on your wrist or at ubermodern dial design of unimagined shapes and colours, then you have to get the watch that will make a statement on your wallet. Oh, and perhaps, you’ll have to get a simple watch to go with it too, so that you can actually recognise the time after you’ve done marvelling at your diamonds in a shape of Egyptian hieroglyph…
Then the handbags…just the same. The general rule of thumb for lady’s handbags in modern retailer’s world: if it’s practical, it’s ugly. If it looks neat, it is absolutely useless for the handbagging purposes.
Now I have made my statements. It’s enough.