Macademia nuts have a real bite to them, not a clear cut from teeth biting through nutty flesh, more so a distinct, yet quick and intentional scraping and halving the nut. Wise is my observation of snacking on said nut. Just as meaningful as dragging my mattress in to the open to lay flat on my back and observe the stars. In no way more or less filled with meaning than finalizing a 100 million dollar transaction or standing at the man-made border on the lookout for smugglers. Meaningful is an interpretation in everyone’s own right.<\/p>\n
I sat on a wall far too long, staring into open space, trying to make sense, when I would have rather dipped my hand into my pocket to retrive the fruit of the tree and taste it fully. Attaching meaning became my thought-hobby, an obsession so very boring I grew real good at it. I preached and promised myself into isolation, so I could think and think some more. I was pushing thoughts around in imaginery circles, fooling myself into believing they had gained any more depth or clarity or meaning, when they had not. Nothing new comes from folding clutter into more clutter, like carrying sand to sand, unwilling to sit and rest and play. Not the scripted, practiced play, this dismal display on thought out stages. No – childs play without a prescribed outcome to gauge and evaluate. Just play. Lost in time and action, contrary to the constant rowing through mucky thoughts.<\/p>\n
So here was a deciding point, to sink teeth pleasurably into the macademia nut or to ponder and weigh the decision in my mind for the upteenth time. In a break of habit, scream for release, I threw the ores over board and sunk the ship, swam on my back and kicked the water up high, exhaulting rapid cries of joy. Was I alive or what?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Macademia nuts have a real bite to them, not a clear cut from teeth biting through nutty flesh, more so a distinct, yet quick and intentional scraping and halving the nut. Wise is my observation of snacking on said nut. Just as meaningful as dragging my mattress in to the open to lay flat on my back and observe the stars. In no way more or less filled with meaning than finalizing a 100 million dollar transaction or standing at the man-made border on the lookout for smugglers. Meaningful is an interpretation in everyone’s own right. I sat on a wall far too long, staring into open space, trying to … trailing thoughts<\/span> weiterlesen