Wouldn’t it be nice

Wouldn't it be nice

Oh, and how do we finish that sentence? For some reason I decided to find the song of that same name on YouTube and listen to it. There are actually some good lyrics hidden behind that easy-going feel-good music.

I said to myself today: life is the most curious thing.

It’s an observation I come back to frequently. And whenever it occurs to me, a flood of memories that makes me smile passes by my inner eye.

I love life with abandon.

I have been frustrated, irritated and almost downright angry today. All that can be blamed on my current day job. Then I finished Anansi Boys. Now I am relaxed and happy.

Thing is, looking back at my day I can’t say that I’ve been bored for even a minute. In my book that counts for something.

I’ve not done everything that I thought I’d like to do and certainly avoided one or two more important things that I really should be doing, instead passing my time with less relevant things, but at the end of the day I find myself right here where I belong.

I had about ten ideas for a blog today, none of which have very much to do with what I am currently writing.

Just this, though: reading inspires me. Reading Neil Gaiman is the epitome of inspiration to me. I admit that I have had difficulties getting into each of his books that I have read so far, with the exception of Neverwhere. Stardust, American Gods and Anansi Boys have been slow going in the beginning.

I read the first couple of pages of The Graveyard Book as a free sample and was hooked right away, though. Be that as it may, by the middle and most certainly at the end of the books I was utterly smitten.

I also found that Gaiman does endings brilliantly. Thus far I would be unable to pick a favourite book among those four.

I have a few more to read and still more to buy, especially The Graveyard Book and even though I am not normally someone who reads comics, I am very much tempted to get Sandman.

I’ve downloaded his latest book now and desperately want to read it, but I don’t know if I am ready. By all accounts it is brilliant and deeply personal. His wife blogged about it admitting that she doesn’t really read his books or understands them, but that this one had been special from the start.

I’ve avoided all spoilers and will continue to do so. I’ve not read a single review, just comments. I have little idea what it is even about. But I am fairly certain that it will hit me like a ton of bricks.

I may have to wait until I can read it in one sitting

Let’s finish this thought.

Wouldn’t it be nice… to be able to sit and think and write? One word following the next, forming a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter and, finally, a book? Wouldn’t it be nice not to have to worry about paying rent or any other bills with a day job that frustrates you no matter how much you may be learning or how many doors are opened you? Wouldn’t it be nice to just do what you really, really want to do?

If I didn’t get to take any time out of the day to do this, right here, on this laptop, writing these words, no matter how trivial they sometimes are, I believe, I would’ve thrown it all down and walked away. There would be nothing that could keep me in my job, not even my deep seated loyalty towards my team and co-workers and those annoyingly strong work ethics that I can’t seem to undermine.

I will walk away in good time. Probably when I’ve read everything Neil Gaiman has ever written.

For now, he pulls me through, even though he doesn’t know it and it would disappear in a gazillion other tweets were I to tell him. I can find happiness in small moments and manage to carve out a worthy sentence here and there.

One day those small moments will happen more often and then, hopefully, all the time and I will have carved enough sentences to create my own library.

I will persevere and that is all I can do.


About 2clouds

I am many things, most of them I am 100%, some of them 150%, none of them just half. I write, I read, I dream, I travel. I question. And I'm always looking for answers. No dream is impossible.
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