One shouldn’t long. The Buddhists say so and I happen to
agree with them. Longing is an extended form of desire and desire leads
ultimately to suffering. OK; sorted.
But what about that fat woman who sang:
You got to have a dream
If you don’t have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true?
I heard it on the radio as a kid and it became a sort of
mantra. And since I’ve never fully grown up, it sort of still is.
So is longing and having a dream the same thing or two different ones? Gets complicated, doesn’t it, life?
And I don’t know why I’m scribbling this bit of a post. I
suppose it’s because I’m about to go to bed and I don’t like doing so on an
empty finger. I don’t know whether it’s pointlessly shallow or actually quite
deep. I never do when I’m about to go to bed.
Have to be up and out early tomorrow. Hate getting up early.
Hate alarm clocks. They stink of authority. My house is cold tonight.
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