My day was a long one. From my waking hour to this point in time it’s been a 14-hour day. By the time I hit the sack, it’ll be a usual 17-hour day. A mixture of work, personal commitments and inspiration working on my website. A mix that locks me in a cell of routines, I struggle to escape!
It’s vicious of course. You’ve been there, done that too I would imagine. We eventually hit the wall, fall exhausted, and the next morning we do it all again. In the American psyche, it’s called perceived productivity. If you’re not perceived to be productive, you’re perceived to be lazy, less, perhaps untouchable in some circles.
Never mind that when I am “unproductive” my mind does neat things. I think about stuff that makes me feel good.
I love dogs. I used to be a devote dog to my pet dog. My pet dog loved me. She and I connected. You know how Spock does his Vulcan thing with his fingers? My dog and I were so advanced, we could do the Vulcan thing by just looking at each other. Smiling, tongue out, huffing and puffing. Really, just so connected. I strived to be an ideal companion to my pet dog. And she was so devoted, so protective, so fun to be with. Unfortunately, a dog’s life span is shorter than humans. So, well, you know. She’s gone, but I still think about her.
Dog’s are nature’s genetic clones. Since then, I’ve seen many clones of my beloved dog! They’re so blatantly cloned, I can’t help wonder that without them, civilization would not know about devotion, compassion, patience, understanding, unconditional love. If there is such as thing as living many lives, many lifetimes; I’ve definitely been a dog many times over.