March 29, 2009
Sunday is my lazy day of the week; a day off best spent contemplating the events which passed with the past week, as well as considering what new adventures the upcoming week will bring.
During my lazy days I am doing what I do best: nothing, I just am; dedicating myself to following whatever spontaneous thought that happens to cross my mind first, however always remaining open for new suggestions as long as they are perfectly in tune with the spirit of activities to pursue during a lazy day.
These days of zero demands are best spent in another world; a world different from the one which one is supposed to live in during the all-too-long weeks. Most of the time I try to live in my own world during the weeks as well, but Sundays are particularly dedicated to this wonderful task, and I allow nothing to abduct me from the world I have formed for myself in my enamoured mind.
Today has been one of the laziest of this year’s lazy days, and I have been almost as true as is possible to my aim of doing nothing; today I have done nothing, not even stand on my legs. I have spent this lazy day with my eyes closed, lying down on a comfortable part of the wooden floors – which I otherwise usually walk upon within thinking much of it – allowing the faint spring sun to shine briefly upon me where I lay tracing the veins of the wood while appreciating their flowing motions.
The purpose of lazy days is to spend time doing what one otherwise cannot afford to do with the very much limited and precious time that one never seems to have enough of!
Another excellent activity for spending lazy days doing is to read the books one has told oneself to read, but never managed to find the time to pick up; brew yourself a cup of your favourite tea and be seated in your most comfortable armchair with some instrumental music playing in the background. Open a window and allow the breeze to carry you and the book in your hands to new worlds and their adventures; for lazy days are magical and anything may happen!
Or, one can of course do what I have spent this week’s lazy day doing – nothing. You need not follow my example exactly, as lying on the floor carries limited excitement for some. But bear in mind that excitement is not always to be sought; that one needs a few hours that are dedicated to nothing but oneself and the thoughts flying through one’s mind.
Lazy days are supposed to be spent doing nothing – for the purpose of much having been accomplished in the end. After a few hours of silent and thoughtful meditation I now feel ready to meet the new week arriving tomorrow morning and making the most of it.
March 23, 2009
Everything has a beginning. Today was the first day of the new week, and it also happened to be the first day of my spring term. Of course, I realise this as well as everyone else, that the spring term is well underway. So, how come that today is my first day, and not one of the anonymous days bound to end up in the middle of a semester?
Before every beginning there is also an end, and so the reason for today being a fresh start is because I terminated the studies I previously pursued. There is a saying that goes along the lines of: “Once is nothing, twice is tradition”, and after two years I have found that terminating courses of higher studies is a tradition of mine.
For someone who is determined to one day be as sophisticated as she imagines herself being, such a tradition is of course subject to nothing but her own ridicule. But I reason as such, that as long as I am aware of what I do wrong I may continue, for knowing and not knowing is what makes all the difference. And that is the way in which I excuse myself for having failed to attain a degree for the second time in as many years.
The new course which I now have commenced studying will not taunt me with a degree mocking me from three years into the future, and I am glad. Three years is after all quite an unfathomable length of time! (At least for someone who is as fond of immediate accomplishments as am I.) No, this new course will award me no degree and I hope that this will be the motivating which I seek; perhaps without the promise of a degree I will be able to properly finish something for the first time in many years!
I am however sensing that problems do not lay far ahead and I can see the clouds of boredom looming above a rather mundane horizon.
Fresh starts are energising, and with a smile on my face I took place in the lecture hall this morning, eagerly anticipating the start of a new course. The Diversity and Phylogeny of Organisms has such a nice ring to the ears of a person intrigued by biology, does it not?
Sadly, ten minutes into the introductory lecture I was struggling to remain awake. That I barely managed to close my eyes to get a few well-earned hours of sleep the night before was an unimportant reason to employ in an attempt to explain my fatigue; ten minutes was all that was needed to turn a fresh start stale. For, I realised that the level of education on offer had not changed despite the change of course I had put so much hope for improvement into.
My reason for having failed to yet attain a degree stems from nothing but contempt for the elementary. Since my youngest years zoology has intrigued and fascinated me, a fondness many years later having rendered me quite knowledgeable–even in matters well beyond the realm of biology. I desire for nothing more than to be granted access to the next level of education, a world from which I am banned before I have earned a degree with which to prove my worth.
But how? I ask, how will I ever be able to attain the proof which I require when even the freshest of starts is stale before it has even begun? That is a question which troubles the wise, and before it has been answered I will continue to find education one of the evils of the world. For, when studying physics the geniuses find me as unwanted a liability as I find them within my field of interest.
Everyone is different and homogeneity creates nothing but forgotten geniuses such as I.
But I shall not pass judgements this early on. I shall return tomorrow with a new smile and remember the toast I ill have for breakfast; the toast that when broken in half will remind me of that freshness lies dormant below even the stalest of crusts.
March 22, 2009
All newborn blogs are in desperate need of a first post; the few lines contained within it a gust of fresh air which revitalise this youngest branch of the digital space we all know, and love, as the Internet. These few lines, and the words which compose them, will say nothing in the case of this blog as I–the author of hopefully many future posts–am simply reaching out my hands in friendship in an attempt to get to know this blog.
I have an idea which has rummaged through my mind for a few weeks now, and today was the day when I decided that it had matured enough to be able to with grace manage to take the step from being a whisper in my ear to become something palpable (at least in a metaphorical sense).
I wish to use this space to make a difference–no matter how small it may be–in order to make full use of each day, as I have found that the days are all too prone to disappearing before one has been given the opportunity to cease them. This blog is therefore a web in which my chances of making full use of the hours which fly past me hopefully will be more easily trapped.
I spend my days doing a little bit of everything, and I feel that at least a portion of my experiences and ideas may be worth sharing with the world. Does the world not wish to take part, I will not mind, but the notion of that one of my posts of ponder and projects may be able to inspire at least one person is what will motivate me to make use of the pixels and digital space whih I now have created for myself to occupy.