Monday, January 16
I found out today that I have been playing a simplified version of
To Zanarkand. Got the full version printed out and - to my horror - I saw that some chords required me to stretch my fingers a chord and two keys wide. Not that this will keep me from trying anyhow.
Talked with Aunty Amy at the bookshop today. She gave me bak kwa (bless her kind soul) while we talked about anything and everything. It seemed that her visit to the eye specialist went better than expected. The doctor proclaimed that there was nothing wrong with her eye. It seems that she sees okay now too.
I wonder what it is like to envision our lives in a longer perspective. Like how we look at ants and how they hatch from their little eggs, grow up, work and then die. Is that what God sees? Little people, quickly growing old and serious, working their ass off all day, running around in fast forward acting important, and then dying. Don't blink, God, because if you do, you might miss my lifetime entirely.
Put like that, our lives seem pretty clockwork and mechanical, really. Like the ants bustling about their business everyday, most of us end up working endlessly for who knows what. I actually want to be a rogue ant. I want to run away from the queen we call Capitalism and enjoy myself. I want to bite all the sweet treats and sip all the sweet drinks (your urine included, if you have diabetes). I want to leave the nest and strike it out on my own. I want a life lived fully in every way, and this is all the more important, seeing at how short an ant lives.
Perhaps you prefer to be a worker ant, though.
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Monday, January 16
I found out today that I have been playing a simplified version of
To Zanarkand. Got the full version printed out and - to my horror - I saw that some chords required me to stretch my fingers a chord and two keys wide. Not that this will keep me from trying anyhow.
Talked with Aunty Amy at the bookshop today. She gave me bak kwa (bless her kind soul) while we talked about anything and everything. It seemed that her visit to the eye specialist went better than expected. The doctor proclaimed that there was nothing wrong with her eye. It seems that she sees okay now too.
I wonder what it is like to envision our lives in a longer perspective. Like how we look at ants and how they hatch from their little eggs, grow up, work and then die. Is that what God sees? Little people, quickly growing old and serious, working their ass off all day, running around in fast forward acting important, and then dying. Don't blink, God, because if you do, you might miss my lifetime entirely.
Put like that, our lives seem pretty clockwork and mechanical, really. Like the ants bustling about their business everyday, most of us end up working endlessly for who knows what. I actually want to be a rogue ant. I want to run away from the queen we call Capitalism and enjoy myself. I want to bite all the sweet treats and sip all the sweet drinks (your urine included, if you have diabetes). I want to leave the nest and strike it out on my own. I want a life lived fully in every way, and this is all the more important, seeing at how short an ant lives.
Perhaps you prefer to be a worker ant, though.
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