Sunday 22 May 2016

Consider Us Disturbed.

There's something so beautiful about rain at night. The light from the street lamps diffused and scattered by all these droplets; the thrum and the hum, the pitter and the patter, in the quiet, in the dark. The sense of things being washed and swept away, of cleansing. That as the rain silently fades away, as the morning comes, as all these recede - things are made new again. I love the rain at night - minimal disruption, maximal beauty - just as things should be, no?

Of course not. Minimal disruption - what a terrible aspiration!

Anyhow. Just had one of the most enjoyable Saturdays in a loooooooooong while - from reading terrible Lang Leave poems in some random cafe, to the most satisfying massage I've had in my whole life, to making it back home by public transport - alongside pretty much the greatest bunch I could have chosen to spend one of these rare free Saturdays with. Thanks fellas!

Thanks for reminding me that happiness and joy et al ain't that far out of reach after all. It's been so easy since beginning work to discount happiness, dismiss our chances at it, with all these excuses of fatigue and priorities and stress and all these other things.

If we'd only known what we were getting ourselves into! All these kids huffing and puffing to grow up, really...

Life and its crazy revolving door of people who appear and disappear just like that. Spit out in different directions and that's just that - different lives, different trajectories - life goes on. But goes on where, exactly? Sometimes it seems we're all just getting on with our lives, moving on from past hurts and successes, we're on the up and up! And yet we never seem to end up anywhere at all.

Ah, but maybe that's just the myopia of loneliness.