If you are in work then much of the decision is out of your hands. Someone else has set the time line, someone else has decided where you should be and when. But what if you are retired ?
The alarm goes off, fortunately one has the option to ignore it. There is the book on the bed side table which you put down last night but it might draw one in to an extensive time consuming read and the time involved is still measured by habits of a lifetime. The Protestant ethic make great demands on us as we mentally conflict about simply doing nothing, or at least doing what we want to do, which may well be the same thing !! Get up, get washed, do something !!
What is this "something" which has to be done.
Gardening duty, house cleaning, repairs to this and that, shopping, reading, writing, day dreaming, playing golf, photography, watching sport, visits to a museum,restaurant, cinema, walking the dog on the moors, even the pub.
When you write it down there are a hundred things to do but some how, the direction of what and which, seems a little sterile if the bug hasn't bitten, much earlier, when one belonged as a "fully paid up member of the human race" !!
Of course I forgot, there's always the tele' our window on a world of action and events. A picture of other people engaged in doing "something" !!
How is it that all these other things seem to be substitutes.
When they were an addendum to ones main purpose, earning a living, providing financial security, engaging ones ego in the rat-race of business.
Throughout childhood and into early adulthood there was competition for ones attention. There was the discovery of who we are and how well we could compete with others. Sport, class work, real work and girls !!
Girls made the world go round in our teens and our 20s. Unquestionably unfathomable they trailed their allure into our lives and made us doubt the simplicity of our raison d'etre. They were the reason to go out. They were the instrument of torture as we tried to get their attention. They were the introduction to a misery we had never experienced, as we tangled with the complex issue of rejection.
Charles Aznavours song, "She", summed it up beautifully !!!
Gardening duty, house cleaning, repairs to this and that, shopping, reading, writing, day dreaming, playing golf, photography, watching sport, visits to a museum,restaurant, cinema, walking the dog on the moors, even the pub.
When you write it down there are a hundred things to do but some how, the direction of what and which, seems a little sterile if the bug hasn't bitten, much earlier, when one belonged as a "fully paid up member of the human race" !!
Of course I forgot, there's always the tele' our window on a world of action and events. A picture of other people engaged in doing "something" !!
How is it that all these other things seem to be substitutes.
When they were an addendum to ones main purpose, earning a living, providing financial security, engaging ones ego in the rat-race of business.
Throughout childhood and into early adulthood there was competition for ones attention. There was the discovery of who we are and how well we could compete with others. Sport, class work, real work and girls !!
Girls made the world go round in our teens and our 20s. Unquestionably unfathomable they trailed their allure into our lives and made us doubt the simplicity of our raison d'etre. They were the reason to go out. They were the instrument of torture as we tried to get their attention. They were the introduction to a misery we had never experienced, as we tangled with the complex issue of rejection.
Charles Aznavours song, "She", summed it up beautifully !!!
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