Lost in translation

I once heard that animals have instinctual knowledge about death; they know when someone is on their death bed; they know when other animals are dying; they know when they themselves are about to die by the way they find their final resting place, curl up and slowly go. Over the past two weeks I have done nothing but remain at home. With a highly anticipated trip this weekend to visit some friends and family, I can't help but have a longing to just stay home. I know and understand that it will be good to get out-see the world and interact with people-but my first inclination is to just stay home. Maybe my instinctual knowledge is kicking in, maybe something deep within is dying, maybe for the first time my introvert-ness is creeping up leading to dysfunction.

This feeling has lead to some thoughts about life in general.
1. It seems that a ton of aspects of life are just distractions from reality.
2. Those distractions help maintain a sense of purpose and fulfillment.
3. The disconnect between what a person is good at and what they actually do is deep and wide.
4. Reality is discovered when distraction is rejected

conversations of past

Reporter asked, “Are you truly happy?” Bob Dylan replied, “Those are yuppie words, happiness and unhappiness. It’s not happiness or unhappiness, it’s blessed or unblessed. The implications are one seeks a life free of complications, struggles and obstructions while the other learns to live in harmony with them with a constant positive perseverance."