I am noticing that most of my day includes wishing that I was doing something. I am learning to appreciate the people around me who are contributing to society. It is not that I don’t like to work, because work is one of the things that I do well. I am doing odd jobs as of now to make money, but life is more than this and it’s the quest that we all have to journey on.
Life in the dull seems to scrap on by without a care to bring itself back into normalcy. It is almost a prison, self-inflicted and self-created. I sometimes wonder why I don’t move. I sometimes wonder why I don’t shift out. Then in the normal discourse of the mind, it travels around and around until I force myself to start the day and fall into production. To be idle is to be nothing. I think upon this. I think upon being idle and not using what God has given me. Wasting away would be a grave disservice to His name. I get up. I gain energy. I walk.