My Thoughts XI: Canoing ...
I often write wherever I find myself, if I feel like writing. This is a journal entry from about seven years ago and it happened that I wrote it while I was canoeing, here in Ontario. The photograph is also mine, as the vast majority of the photographs posted by me are.
"Well, it's like the 1st or 2nd of Aug., 2004
Again I find myself rocking small waves on a lake, sitting in a canoe and having a smoke ... let the wind blow me where it will - nothing matters ...
In the middle of this lake, the waves are infinite; so am I - I am forever. Who really cares about names? Maybe Caesar did or Alexander. Not I. I am already I; immortal.
What is a momentary struggle?! ... Lately I'm told I am too slow ... am I?
I'm literally stuck, floating in the middle of the lake. Fuck! My life is already stuck in and with metaphors; I don't need any more.
What's this life all about? I just live for experiences. I'm addicted to experiences ... Life's great. No, it really is! I love it as long as it lasts ... You never know ... that's what I love most about it. You don't even know yourself. Do you? Do I?
It's like humans are stuck with a serious case of confusion. We're good at everything but nothing. We have no specialty other than being able to be special at anything. And that is so horrible for us because choice is so difficult ...
We're indeed gods but we must work at it. And work, unless it is a passion, is really not that much fun.
Decisions ... and decisions are so tiresome and most times serious too! Although, Life itself isn't really serious ..."
