Yaaay, another week is over. But when you think about it, is it a good thing or a bad thing? Sometimes it scares me when I go to my instrument lesson on Saturday, when it only feels like the day before I had gone for my previous lesson, and I briefly wonder what I had accomplished in the days in between the two lessons. When I think about it, not a lot really. Sometimes I think life is about doing as little work as possible, but then you have to cover up the fact that you haven't worked, and sometimes that can be even more tiring than doing it. We go through the steps of school and all those, and it's up to us to fill our days with tasks of our liking, I suppose that's what the entertainment industry is there for.
Recently my taste in music and art have been swerving towards a more traditional time. Just the sound of Princess Mononoke makes me feel so touched. There's a sense of bliss in the place I can see only in my mind, that no one else can even imagine the edges of. A place of contentment. If there was to be a god, that would be my paradise. Sometimes I feel so frustrated with myself, because I want to be able to do everything, but I have to undertake the journey to reach it.
But no matter how much I strive for that far-fetched place, it comforts me also to see the material things around me right now; my room, books, computer, sticker photos. The material things make me complacent, while I want to keep on wanting, and not waiting.
