I find myself wallowing in contentment these days; consciously maintaining a positive outlook, simply putting the negatives out of my mind.
Breathe deeply: inhale, exhale.
Avoiding confrontation means avoiding interaction to a large extent; companionship is reserved for one or two close friends. I follow the news but refuse to dwell on tragedy. Like Emil Cioran says: better not to act; action can only lead to regrets.
So, I stand here, day after day, feeling the soft summer breezes, inhaling the sweet scents of garden flowers, listening to the optimistic bird song. What could be better?
I refuse to allow myself to be upset. Why can’t little Annie sing on key? What is LeonardD doing with that power saw? What if those neighbor children want to play with me? They’re so rough.
I’m afraid I’m becoming complacent. Nothing excites me. I think maybe there’s a difference between the calm of a centered discipline and my near lethargy. Perhaps it would be good to step into an uncomfortable situation; force myself to face phenomena that will upset me; get my blood (such as it is) boiling. Maybe Nietzsche’s right: ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’
Well, I’ll think about it. I’m a bit drowsy; the gentle patter of the water fountain is very relaxing. I’m not sure that I really need a challenge anyway.