When did standing still become such luxury? Have we forgotten how to do it?
I'm a Gemini. I don't really care for astrology, but the duality of being a Gemini seems to fit me well. I waver between the firmness of reality and the flimsiness of fantasy. It drives me crazy. Am I wasting my life's energy on the meaningless fodder of getting by in today's world? Or do I feel so behind my peers because of my spur of the moment inspired choices that have led me to where I am?
Do you ever find yourself doing something necessary, something concrete, like writing checks to pay bills, and suddenly you are struck by the sheer absurdity of writing something on a piece of paper that represents your labor and sweat? Or perhaps only I have these sudden flashes of some alternate reality peeking around the corner... a reality which may not be real at all.
If you knew me you would say I was responsible. You would say that I get things done, that I provide a good home for my family. But there is a part of me that sometimes wants to throw it all into the wind. I like to stand still. Stand very still and look at the sky. I like to watch it change, or watch it do nothing at all. I like to feel weightless.
This is a subtle art. You have to remember to come back.