"what do you want for your birthday?" well, we're going to chapters in a minute so i can come up with a reasonable answer. 'cause there's nothing anyone can say if i tell the truth: i long for fresh adventure! (hard to gift-wrap, i know!)i concluded a long time ago that it's infinitely harder to write eloquently about joy than about sorrow, so it's no surprise that i'm struggling now. it's just that life is so full. brimming with hope and paradox: a garden in my room, a book in my ears, a song in my eyes.
when i used to play badminton there would be times when my whole right arm would get impatient. it would looooong to smash the birdie, but the set-up would be wrong time after time. the feeling moved up my arm into my whole body until i was just buzzing to smack the birdie over the net with every bit of energy i had. it wasn't out of frustration or anger or sadness; it wasn't cathartic or competitive. it was restlessness.
it's not that i'm bored, you know. and it's not because i just finished reading the narnia series.
maybe we're just made to long for adventure. to buzz like that with everything we've got. until the right set-up arrives?
amended @ 11:18 to add: go here. thanks!
2 comments:
Mara
Im a student, I read alot.
I cannot remember the last time something engaged me in this way. Tonight, I buzzed.
Justin
" life is so full. brimming with hope and paradox: a garden in my room, a book in my ears, a song in my eyes.
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Nicely put!
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