I'm not in therapy, well...not in the way in which you may understand it. Actually, I'm just home from a walk, a walk of about 8 miles during which time I considered how I could convey these thoughts, primarily to myself.
I thought about a number of titles for this blog....Diary of a lost man, Diary of an angry man, Diary of a confused, haunted, worried, lonely....in fact about several adjectives, but none seemed quite to fit. (or maybe they all did?) So I settled with a what I have.
So what is this blog about? Nothing really, just some random musings or observations from my life. Life to me seems really easy. In fact, throughout life I find myself shaking my head, rubbing my eyes, biting my tongue at the glaringly obvious. I'm baffled that all around me are people, or institutions who apparently see nothing, have no foresight, or else they must take a pleasure out of creating a crisis, which at some later date they can solve...or not...as is usually the case.
Perhaps whats happening here is that we all like to create an outcome from some obviously stupid action that allows us to turn into heroes, situations which somehow justify our requirement to have a the lifestyle of a soap opera?
So anyway, about my walk, it was actually fantastic. I left the house really just needing some space, and I ended up walking about 8 miles, during which time, I saw countless cows, some sheep, a fantastic sunset, and some deer. Not a bad way to unwind?
