No More Fruit.

I’ve always been an optimist at heart. Still am. But all the optimism in the world sometimes has to give way to resignation when a certain knowledge takes hold: the knowledge that only one thing has ever set my adrenalin flowing big time, and that it is no longer available. And all the optimism in the world also fails to convince me that anything could ever take its place.

Except enlightenment, of course.

This isn’t a negative post, merely a recognition of the fact that pragmatism must have its day. I get pleasure from many things in life: some foods, some drinks, some music, some stories, some films, some theatre, some new experiences, the company of like-minded people, the companionship of trusting animals, the scents of nature, the occasional insight into deeper levels of meaning...

But these are the succulent leaves around the base of the tree. The fruit is out of reach.

OK, this is a negative post. Maybe I’ll think of something funny to say later. Or tomorrow.