June 29th
In Which Andrew Becomes… Overly Dramatic?
There are times when, on a overcast and somewhat rainy evening, in which you feel no inclination to do much of anything except strum a few random songs on an old acoustic guitar and sing (quietly) as best as your vocal chords allow, you may feel a slight embarrassment and a more poignant guilt which readily reminds you of the current state of your blog: un-updated, unloved, and neglected.
And here it sits, dusty and unkempt. The cobwebs are starting to collect in the dark corners of its html, and the stylesheet is growing mildew. What can be done for this poor wordpress install, which is always first to lose priority when its author gets busy?
Maybe I should stop being so poetic.
It’s simple, right? I haven’t updated my blog in a while. I’ve gotten busy. I haven’t felt the need to say anything. That’s life, right? So deal with it.
But I’m afraid it isn’t much fun to deal with life. Things slip away and before you know it, you may have become a robot trying to fulfill various mechanical and joyless tasks, forgetting such things as Fun or Art, along with all that bring satisfaction. That is an easy and tempting thing to do—to surrender all goals and ambitions except for one, which clearly and logically states in your mind, “Endure the day and go through it until tonight, for you will be able to fall between the sheets and lose consciousness as you slip into sweet and blissful ignorance, an apathy that gives peace.” Sleep is short lived and intolerably temporary. I should not live for sleep, but rather a brilliant and bold consciousness. For life—real life—is much better than the melancholy, lethargic lull that constitutes psychological (and physiological) rest.
I will not discard hopes. I will not discard ambitions. I will not simply give up.
I will not be a robot.