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Jan. 30th, 2008 07:25 amThree or so years ago, it seemed like I was living in a much more symbolic, meaningful world than I do today. I'd just come out of several months in which I had little, regular contact with strangers or groups of people and had been investigating my mind and my relationship with it and the world pretty intensely (and possibly unhealthily), and some of that trailed behind me in my daily dealings with the world, work, and the people in both.
Today, I find myself mired in minutia, stressed and strained by daily regularities of work and interactions with people with whom I do not necessarily choose to associate, but still must, and beholden to a much more 'regular' schedule. I know the world is still a magical place full of wonder, but it's a distant sort of knowledge lately, rather than immediate. I feel as though I am losing, or have lost, the ability to do the ordinary in extraordinary ways.
And yet, looking at the sky yesterday, at the clouds racing along their way, it was easy for a moment to almost be somewhere else...
Today, I find myself mired in minutia, stressed and strained by daily regularities of work and interactions with people with whom I do not necessarily choose to associate, but still must, and beholden to a much more 'regular' schedule. I know the world is still a magical place full of wonder, but it's a distant sort of knowledge lately, rather than immediate. I feel as though I am losing, or have lost, the ability to do the ordinary in extraordinary ways.
And yet, looking at the sky yesterday, at the clouds racing along their way, it was easy for a moment to almost be somewhere else...
