Strange how these needs to jot it down all comes in droves. One two, and there I am again. Not long things like riverbend. Amazing. Still trying to fit these clothes on - I suppose. Not that long things scare me, they just don't seem to come naturally. some would say this indicates an empty life, devoid of things worth telling, but i have come to think the opposite is just as true. Sometimes you are so busy coping with the "small" things that there is not much time left for discussing it. It's true, i am less depressed now than ten years ago, much due to the fact that there is no time for it. The kids and making food, and working, and cleaning, and sometimes reading a little is just so much.
Most people seem to take pictures only at their holidays, and at birthdays and when someone marries. That makes for an odd archive of your life, doesn't it? Likewise most news, and a huge portion of blogs focuses on accidents and large disasters. No, i don't think we should pretend there aren't problems, but this hung-uppedness of the tragedy of life makes for a very odd archive of our lives, doesn't it?
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