Tower, or Playtime
pen and Pitt Artist pens on paper
6/100 in 100, 6/17/10
When does play time start to feel unnatural? When do we take on this mantle of adulthood, and let all our serious worries and troubles take over?
This is something I have struggled with for a long time. I am too serious. I have been too serious for most of my life, but once upon a time, I did not feel like I needed to be productive in order to be worthy.
How do we learn to enjoy living? How do we remember how to exist in bliss? How do we keep our old blisses from becoming just another burden, when we commit to them and try to make them into something more than just a thing we do for fun?
I have the feeling that everything we need in life is there waiting for us. I have the feeling that, outside of the basic needs, bliss is all a mind set.
What exactly IS that set of mind? How do we set our minds in that place of bliss.
Is enlightenment supposed to be so hard? (That's kind of a joke. Are you laughing yet?)