Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Diary of a Geriatric Scarlet: November 17, 2050

I have always been good at dawdling. I excel at puttering around. They say that coloring is now considered meditation. Perhaps doing nothing much is also?


Now that I consider further, trolling about on the interwebs or letting YouTube get its claws into me is the opposite of meditative. It's letting the mind click and whir and blunder from thought to thought like that heinous ricocheting spasmodic electronica from the early 00's.

I've heard it said that music isn't really the notes, it's the silence in between. And maybe the same is true about life. It's not the action that matters, but how you go about savoring it.

I'm only 82, I still have plenty of time-space to get this figured out.

NaBloPoMo November 2015
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