“The reason I stopped is not important in this context”
“I do believe that it is, though. I mean, why would anyone start something if there was not intention of finishing? I mean, even life, which by the way is given to us involuntarily, has a finite number of days. Eternal life is yet to be discovered! So why would you think that it’s not important to reflect on the very reason you stopped doing something?”
Such is the way things roll around sometimes, my dear friends of the takeout. Often, we reflect on reasons. Try to make sense of something, give meaning to another things. Justify, deflect, accept, deny, reminisce. So what if me and you just do not find a reason right this moment. Why you are reading this very text? Doesn’t matter. Why I wrote it? Even less important!
Maybe, if the impetus of a motivation or reasoning behind something is missing, we truly let creativity unleash. Maybe we would just stare blankly into the room. Maybe we fall asleep? What an exciting exercise. As a matter of fact, I am trying the exact same thing now.
Last week I have learned something.
(What a stylistic caesura by the way)
When following a certain motivation of an action, we sometimes get lost in our way of doing it. True freedom only takes over when the task or whatever is there to be done is, at least, treated equally. More specifically, the task (or whatever) is given agency. What if we were to give it full agency?
As it is late Sunday and I have eager audience waiting, I’ll leave you with a mental exercise of sorts. So my dear friends of Papa Shanghai, in the name of all-organic weirdness, think of this:
How would the plates liked to be washed?
How does the laundry want to be folded?
How does the onion want to be cut?