Category: Weekly state (Page 18 of 26)

The foldable chair is a wonderful thing. It can be brought along with you, so that you may enjoy the exact spot of your choosing in heightened comfort. I wonder why we have never gotten the idea to permanently have a chair in everyday life.

Imagine how different waiting for public transportation would look like if everyone brought their own chair.

How would waiting in line look like? Would there be any complaints about waiting at all? On the contrary, a faster moving line would potentially spoil the comfort!

When looking deeper into the meaning that these foldable chairs could bring, it is useful to understand what constitutes their success. Largely, they give us support. They enable us to be elevated, off the ground, while maintaining a proper position. Are we even made to stand up on two legs?

This is easy for me to say, I am a floating metaphysical entity. But you people, you look tormented. Such an act of balance, so dreadful that you yourself need to recharge your energy in a horizontal position. Most pleasurable experiences in a humans life are done in any position but on two legs.

I am drifting off, as you do, when philosophising about humans.

The chair is not only supportive but moveable, and even more convenient, foldable. It can have little impact on daily life but blissful consequences. There are not many physical options in life with this price-performance ratio.

So in the end, we should always seek for reciprocity in life. The foldable chair brings us support, comfort. It de-stresses, soothes. Without taking much space or cramping life.

So why don’t we become foldable? Not forever, just a tiny bit. See when someone needs a chair, fold yourself a bit. Maybe they just need an armrest, not a whole chair. Let’s fold.

The sunflower has many seeds, which one will be the fruitful one? Which one ends up roasted or pressed?

University has many students, which one will make a groundbreaking discovery? Which one ends up maintaining status quo?

The rug spreads through the room, where will people walk most? Where will it keep a pristine look?

Why does the line where to tear never tear where it is supposed to? Do I pull too strong or not strong enough? What is the right speed to tear? I have teared the innocent part, again. Mea culpa.

Sometimes external events and decision that seemed golden at the time, can have the effect to bump you out of rhythm. The reason for this can largely be found in bottles and is widely available.

The result: a late weekly state.

The explanation: for various days, there was no state at all. Politically, physically, metaphysically.

To find the right rhythm again, you should find the metronome of your life. And if you’re telling me you don’t know what it is, I say you should make this your summer vacation mission.

Go and find it in a book or in real life. But once found, it will be there for the bumpy roads and asynchronies of life.

Call me or shout from the window, you tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.

Yes, I am late. No, you probably did not notice.

I have been star struck, amazed. I am looking for the word, warmed by the sunshine, just the right temperature, but your eyes cannot adjust to the brightness. You want to see, but the sun won’t let you. Stuck in, what feels like, eternal bliss.

Like a rose, this ephemeral state usually does not last long. But the sun has shone this week, strongly.

Consequently I am here, flabbergasted by the length, brightness and warmth of this light. In Buddhist philosophy, this would be the moment where laymen experience suffering as they cling onto that moment. But I don’t even need to cling, I am sitting here in the sun, unable to open my eyes, locked down.

So please excuse the shortness of these states by I am speaking to you with squinting eyes, which is very hard to do for a metaphysical entity.

The crossroads sees a lot of vehicles and people passing by. Some are determined, some are old friends that come by multiple times a day. Some are new, confused. Some are resting before taking on the next road. The crossroads is impartial. It provides choices to different scenarios, outcomes and even timelines. Despite this heavy burden, the crossroads is not valued much.

Various types would tell you that it is just another necessary thing to have in this world. Purists would disagree. I feel humbled by the crossroads, its power and energy.

If looking at a village, new or old, the centre is a crossroads. There will be streets and alleys, paths and benches, all crossing over in that one spot. It is the centre of life. It joins and parts. So forgive me, I am in awe of the crossroads.

This past week I have been winding, winding myself along one of the most beautiful spots on this weird ball floating in space. Curve after curve, no end in sights. Unless! There it was, a crossroad. 3 decisions to have, one to be made. By me? Many would say so. But I am a dreamer, so the crossroads decided for me.

So in life, when winding around corner and curve, up and down, through beauty and vileness, go look for that crossroads and stop winding for a second. Maybe it will bless you with one of the three decision that it will determine on your behalf.