11 May 2005
It scares me to consider how long it's been since I've thought.
And done nothing else. I'm beginning to get it. How intelligent people get older and get jobs and stop considering things that extend beyond their own immediate world. How the bubble forms, hardens, and begins to shrink.
It happens to everyone, I think, at one time or another. Things come up. Things get busy. The walls close in on you, and you pull everything you need closer, into that newly-confined space, just to keep it within reach. But sooner or later, those walls, with a satisfied sigh, relax, back off, and doors you never knew about creak open. Daylight streaks in. There is room to wander again, beyond those walls.
The mistake made too often by too many is to fail to bother. Bother to get up again. Bother to rise and walk. Why? Everything I need is right here where I put it.
I hope I have not realized this too late. I don't think it's too late. I'm sure it's not. But I'll only be able to say that for so long.
Duly noted, I say to myself.
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