“You’ll think about this at 10pm on Sunday, and you know what, that’s when I think about stuff like ‘if anyone else did this, would they have done the same thing?’ If your girlfriend were in your chair, should she have acted the same way?” In life, I think it’s easy to play ‘the shoulda-woulda-coulda game.’ ‘I should have done this,’’ ‘if only I would have done this,’ or ‘if only I could have…’ Stop.
There’s something cathartic about the spirit of adventure. Leaving behind all of your things, taking up your sails, and going wherever the good winds fly. The more roots you have to your home, the less likely you want to leave, so although burning down your house is an extreme example, there are some good notions, so when I read a bit from Journey To The West where a character burns down his cave, I thought…
If distraction causes clutter, then instead of taking the convenient option of being distracted, take that time to sit with your thoughts. “Do you want to watch anything?” “No, thanks.” I reclined in the dentists’s chair, jaw forced agape, and throughout the hour with eyes closed under sunglasses, I thought about life. If I had, instead, tried to concentrate on some movie through the drilling, anesthesia, mild sickness, and fatigue, what would I have gained?
It seems like there’s a monkey behind my right eye that prevents me from enjoyment. It’s hard for me to focus. I can’t write too well. Writing doesn’t flow naturally for me in these sorts of headaches. I would have been able to form an elegant bead of thoughts together into a nice necklace of a sentence, but instead, I am just left thinking about the cause of this headache. Stress, allergies, or general ennui?