Satisfied Mind
I think I’m going to allow that the world might have passed me by. Not real sure I’ll miss it. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t miss me. But it’s not uncomfortable being in a backwater, or being a backwater. I can float around and sample the goods as I see fit. But as a demographic, the only folks who care about me are doctors. Basically, I think I’ve seen, read, and heard too much, and understand that most of what’s supposedly “new” is only new to people who don’t know anything.
Oh, well. I was like that once. They gave me what I wanted and I bought it and had fun doing it. But those days are long gone.The world has recreated itself more times than I can remember and is still busy doing it. Of course, I’m still creating stuff, but I’m pretty sure I’m slightly out of step and way behind in most cases, and I don’t know that I really care to catch up. I’d probably be like that dog who finally caught a car, and wondered what in the hell to do with it now that he had it.
In a way, though, being out of touch is freeing. I can explore my music and my writing without concern for any power that might be. I guess that’s what comes from not seeking approbation. Of course, it’s nice when it comes, but it’s not life nor death. At least not now. And lo and behold it circles right back to that idea of choosing to be happy and understanding that I get to decide what satisfies my mind.