Pieces

Life is in pieces.  Little segments which assemble, disassemble, reassemble. 

Sometimes the pieces are quite lovely - moments which make us pay attention to what's going on in the right now, rather than looking forward or back.  Sometimes the pieces are devastating - flying shards of metaphorical glass slashing in every direction.  Sometimes we forget to pay close attention to what's going on, and we get comfortably numb - walking around in a self-imposed trance of work or things labeled "have to".

I would rather burn with the fever of love or creativity than waste away in the void of crippling mediocrity. 

Like Ray Bradbury said, "stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in 10 seconds.  See the world.  It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories."

I guess that means I need to get off this computer, stop shopping on amazon prime when I'm bored, and do something that doesn't rot my brain.  (And then later, I might do something that DOES rot my brain, just for fun.)

Peace & love.