i spent the entire afternoon lying on my bed, trying to sleep.. at around 4pm, i gave up. i grabbed the remote control by my foot, tuned in to national geographic and made myself comfortable. egyptian mummies again. their tombs were robbed as usual, but this one was special. it was robbed by romans. jeez. ancient thieves.
salmons migrate to the rivers of a place somewhere north to mate.. and then die. heaven and hell, all in one place. add to that the grizzly bears fishing them out on their way to nirvana. nature is cruel to salmons. a certain species of moth live as adults only to mate, this is because nature forgot to give them stomachs at the end of metamorphosis. in a way i envy these moths. they live for sex, not money. lions eat their cubs. how’s that for conservation of matter.. it’s a mad world out there.
there are a lot of things we take for granted. and im glad we just take them for granted. it’s doesn’t make sense to sensationalize the softness of my pillow, the comforting embrace of my bed, etc etc.. when i should just be enjoying it. what matters most to me are the dreams i made on it. dreams for myself and for humanity — things no one should take for granted.
my little room. my haven. no roman would rob me on late afternoons. it’s a place where i could be a moth once in a while.
