Sleeping Cats and Ponderings On My Life
Jan. 30th, 2005 01:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misscamI've realised how much I've missed my darling cat. I'm housesitting for the parents who are in Denmark, and really, my main job is looking after the cat. He's been sleeping on the couch while I've been watching telly (Discovery. There were even baby wombats) and occasionally awoken to nibble food and wash himself. You'd think he didn't need me there, but he will actually follow me if I change room and then find another spot near me to snooze. He's a very social little thing. He does snore a bit, though. Still, he leaves an uncomplicated sort of life. I sometimes envy him. Having such a barin as we humans do is a blessing and a curse both, me thinks. It's harder for us to live in the moments and simple pleasures. And the wars we wage upon each other are can make anyone wonder what good our brain does us in the end.
But we all have to do the best with what we're given, ne? And the human brain is neither good nor bad, but has the capacity to be both in the same lifetime. And petty. I can feel my own brain battling the urge not to be petty every day, today included. I sometimes lose, I think. I worry about the paths I might walk, where they might lead and how dark the shades of grey will be. In about three weeks I will be twenty-five. (Maybe I'm halving a halfway-to-mid-life-crisis.) Where will I go from there? Will I one day awaken to (to quote a Swede) "all these days that passed, I did not realise them to be life"? Should I live my life to some greater purpose or just live it for myself?
Cats don't worry about these sorts of things. They are born and they died and what they live inbetween is simply life. And I'm left pondering if my life will be good or bad, if I will be gentle or petty and what I might do if the world was in my palm.
But then I think that all I will do will come to ashes. Nothing is forever, not even stars. And thus in the end will not not what I lived have been simply life, my life?
I probably snore a bit sometimes too.
Meme spotted around:
Ask me four questions. Any four, no matter how personal, private or random.
I will answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.
In turn, you post this message in your own journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.
But we all have to do the best with what we're given, ne? And the human brain is neither good nor bad, but has the capacity to be both in the same lifetime. And petty. I can feel my own brain battling the urge not to be petty every day, today included. I sometimes lose, I think. I worry about the paths I might walk, where they might lead and how dark the shades of grey will be. In about three weeks I will be twenty-five. (Maybe I'm halving a halfway-to-mid-life-crisis.) Where will I go from there? Will I one day awaken to (to quote a Swede) "all these days that passed, I did not realise them to be life"? Should I live my life to some greater purpose or just live it for myself?
Cats don't worry about these sorts of things. They are born and they died and what they live inbetween is simply life. And I'm left pondering if my life will be good or bad, if I will be gentle or petty and what I might do if the world was in my palm.
But then I think that all I will do will come to ashes. Nothing is forever, not even stars. And thus in the end will not not what I lived have been simply life, my life?
I probably snore a bit sometimes too.
Meme spotted around:
Ask me four questions. Any four, no matter how personal, private or random.
I will answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.
In turn, you post this message in your own journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.
