Morning everyone, got a short post for you today for two reasons really, firstly I haven’t been anywhere for any inspiration and am afraid of regurgitating the same old spiel each day and secondly, I think I am coming down with a bit of cabin fever and need to get out in order to recharge the batteries. The only issue I have with the latter is that I live in a top floor of an apartment building that has no lift as it is just under the regs required for one, so it’s stairs all the way to the top I’m afraid people. Now this may have helped to keep me moving in the past and kept the blood pumping on a daily basis, but with the recent surgery I am warned off of them until at least the end of the week, in case I do myself some damage. This means spending my days in the flat in the same manner as described in yesterday’s post keeping myself busy doing nothing, moving from bedroom to office then kitchen to living room and on finding nothing has actually changed, repeating the process all over again in a faint hope that the next time, something will have.
Everything just remains the same.
Which is good in a way because if it didn’t then I would either be hallucinating or have an intruder and neither of which are things I wish to experience at present. So I suppose I am glad of the status quo remaining thus.
However, I find my opening statement confuses me because although the current situation is ordinarily described as “Cabin Fever” due to being stuck in the house believing you have nothing to do, I would still love the peace and quite offered by the setting of a log cabin as I pictured in todays header. For many years I have harboured an aspiration of occasional living in a small but sturdily built construction. Somewhere I have all of the amenities that man needs, somewhere under the “Big Sky”. A few animals to look after and a couple of daft dogs to keep me company and I would be a happy soul I think. Yet what sets this solace apart from my own current situation is so very little but also absolutely so very much.
Here at home I might wistfully look from my window or take in the sunshine and fresh air on my balcony. The views I see are very pleasant and certainly of the local landmarks and not the local industry but yet it leaves me unfulfilled. I long for a sprawling vista and air so fresh it hurts lungs as it is consumed. I long to be able to view that blue sky and have it cover everything with clear and perfect rays of light. I would love to be able to walk among its shadows cast by crags and hillocks and listen to brooks as they babble alongside the path I walk.
But then the sun starts to set and the darkness begins to draw in and I am once again glad I am in my nice warm apartment and I am surrounded by the 21st century and all of the technological wonders it has brought.
And I wonder “What the hell was I just talking about”?
Shame the operation hasn’t been found to make us content in the moment and patient enough for the future eh…?