What did I get to do today?
I got to live my life. A blessing that is often hidden in the greatness of its enormity.
I also got to get caught up on all my posts!
“Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”
~ Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
What worries me?
Geez, my tendency toward procrastination worries me.
“Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.”
~ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Today, I had too much ________________
on my mind.
“I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.”
~ George Eliot
My body is_______________
my biggest failure – in that it has managed to bring me the biggest sorrows wrapped in the nuance of my greatest joys. Some may thrive in that intense juxtaposition, but it makes me cringe… it should not be that extreme .
“I drink to separate my body from my soul.”
~ Oscar Wilde
Do I feel appreciated?
Yes. and no. Isn’t that how it is for everyone?
“You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.”
~ Shaun Hick
What sound do I hate hearing?
screams of pain, the sounds of the abuse of power.
“Have you ever heard a blindfolded octopus unwrap a cellophane-covered bathtub?”
~ Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
Name the last three things I used today…
- my phone
- my headphones
- my eyes
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
~ John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
How did I play today?
What is the intent of this question? I played fair at the game of life… I did not play like I usually do.
“Time is a game played beautifully by children.”
~ Heraclitus, Fragments
What did I give up on today?
I am so deeply entrenched into a state of ennui that I couldn’t really tell you!
“That’s extremely important to understand. He had given up. Because he’d given up, the surface of life was comfortable for him. He worked reasonably hard, was easy to get along with and, except for an occasional glimpse of inner emptiness shown in some short stories he wrote at the time, his days passed quite usually.”
~ Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values