Just another manic Monday

Well, it's Monday again. Another week bringing lots of possibilities. Chances to see and do interesting things, to do more crafting, to meet nice people, to go out, to stay home, to do h****w**k, not to do h****w**k, to get stung by wasps using chemical warfare - the possibilities are infinite, the means to do them mostly not, which limits the chances straightaway. On the other hand, the more chances we have the more difficult it is to choose. If you have the choice between 2 different things, it's just this - or that. If there are 12 or 20 or 200 different choices, it gets much more difficult, as anyone standing in front of a well-filled wardrobe or shoe-shelf knows: the more the merrier and the louder the heart-rending call, "I've got nothing to wear!" There used to be a radio programme in England about which book and which record you would take with you if you were on a desert-island. I always found it impossible to make a choice. Today, you can take your multi-tasking cell-phone and memory stick and have whole libraries of books and music at your service. But at the same time, the greater the choice, the greater the emptiness, because we are not able to see an unplanned day, an hour with nothing to do, five minutes without music, voices or other people as a chance to look inwards at ourselves and to contact our inner feelings. Perhaps it's just that that we want to avoid at all costs. I remember hearing a song - I don't know who sang it - "We're busy doing nothing, working the whole day through, trying to find lots of things not to do. We're busy going nowhere, isn't it such a crime? We'd like to be unhappy, but we just do not have the time!" That about sums it up, a sort of compulsive business even when we are just doing nothing. Have a nice week, and take a few minutes now and then to really do nothing and not even think about it!