Writing without a broader goal of content or productivity.
Writing for the inherent benefit of what it provides.
The act itself, more than the output.
Introspection purely out of curiosity.
I need more nature time, more physical activity,
more spiritual time.
Time to enjoy with my wife.
Time to enjoy time itself.
Self-identity lives HERE, in this moment,
away from the modifiers of reality.
Away from the augmentation.
Purely for its own sake.
Spirituality and nature should be purely for their own sake.
Not arenas to anything
but to be present in the current moment.
A refresh.
This is what enjoying the current moment feels like
with no impending task or goal or commitment
or mental lease that jobs, people, our phones steal from us.
The irony is I already think about taking a picture
and posting about this.
But for a moment this was MINE,
it belongs to me.
No outside force manipulating the reality of my mind
before it can hit the paper.
This is when I imagine kids, a ranch, animals—
all would be a force multiplier.
I already have my wife and our kittens.
Savor the moment.
High highs. Low lows. Mad scientist.
Purpose of our lives.
Goals and aspirations are an anchor direction
but not the vessel itself.
Why do I fear old age?
Why do I feel my life won't be meaningful
or amount to being useful then?