Chasing the Sunrise

"For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers?... Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, even without realizing what he's doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?'"

--The Little Prince, Antoine de-Saint Exupery

Today at the dinner table dad was reading a Very Good Book called "The Phantom Tollbooth" by one Norton Juster, an American architect and writer. And the part was on this demon known as the Terrible Trivium, Demon of Petty Tasks and Worthless Jobs, Ogre of Wasted Effort, Monster of Habit. Now what a name that is! Yet what a hold he has on most people, how we do little things that don't matter to avoid the things that do matter.

This year, my aim is to prioritize, and use the time gifted to me wisely.

revival

decided to revive this very dead blog. i'm so used to instant posts on tumblr (reblog!!) that the idea of actually writing something out seems a bit alien to me.

i've been throwing things out of my life, believing they aren't important. but they are. to ME.

like reading, writing, drawing, painting, cooking, baking. they are easy at home. i find it strange to do it outside. but i need to adapt. adaptation is important.

i don't adapt well, i find.

and. i find myself at my wits end most of the time. just no motivation or passion to move on. yet...there still is a bit in me.

i wonder if i'll ever find it again.

oh! this blog is amazing me. hahahaha. suddenly, i realize there are worlds out there, and our time on earth is really short. there is loads to be said to eternal life, and i bet there are wonders beyond our comprehension. just have to find it.

faith

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Hebrews 11:1