I’ve had little to write lately because I haven’t spent enough time in thought over the past several weeks. Last night I had several hours to reflect and found it quite therapeutic.
My reflection has little need for specificity or even a general direction. I just go where my curiosity takes me, thinking about my experiences and keeping Wikipedia close at hand. The learning and thinking I can do in these times helps to take my mind of the stress and back onto more satisfying and contentful subjects.
Somehow I began reading about Cognitive Therapy and followed that to end up fascinated by the filed of Parapsychology. Of course that lead to Skepticism and “Cynicism”: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cynicism both of which I have in healthy doses. The Carl Sagan type mind you; “one should keep his mind open, but not so open one’s brain falls out.”
I got enough sleep and woke up today without an alarm. Reflecting on the loves of the past several years, the real ones, that you never really fall out of love with, you just know you have to move onto the next. I feel fortunate that I can look back with such fondness and a caring that doesn’t wane. On mornings like this I miss those days, and regret the liner progression I must live in. I am so thankful they are still in my life, even if much less frequently and in a different capacity.
I am thankful to have ones in my life now who I care for so much. I’ve been very fortunate in this.
A hopeless romantic I am, who fancies himself a thinker, but sometimes sees the irony in that.
