The art touches you, but you cannot return the favor. Some visitors understood this, while others… required reminding. I found myself strolling past exhibits revisiting moments and items from ages long before mine. Their pictures and sculptures continued to astonish the entire afternoon. Some artists challenged norms, themselves while others still wrote their stories out the way they knew how. The symbolism in their choices represented hope for myself, presently uncertain of where to take my life. Did I continue doing work I didn’t give a damn about? Would I really meet my maker following dreams, wherever? The wind outside did not cease, lambasting anyone foolish enough to wait outside for virtually anything. At least the wind’s words were simple. Stick around, chill out.
Winter only freezes the unfocused. Those who keep their eyes fixated seem to be the most elated as they’ve bundled several times over. Warm burritos, wrapped up in layers, the foolhardy winter day trippers beat the cold best by staying a step ahead. Pom Pom beanie, vest, heavyweight hoodie, pullover fleece, flannel button downs; these are some of my warmest things. Certainly not least, wooly, knit gloves maintain homeostasis and blood flow in the digits. Where would I be without them? Probably, a doctor’s office. How far have they come?
From thousands feet above sea level, hiking ancient ruins I brought these gloves back to the States. I went from enthusiast to proficient in Spanish out in Peru. Immersion works wonders- one reason I lose myself in everything. A gamer at heart, it appears that I play at everything but really, life’s a grind. I farm for experience everywhere, in these books, my writing words on every device and scrap available, even at dinner tables. How else will I get used to chopsticks? Yes, they protect my digits from the cold, but I protect them from loss, with just a rule. Keep my gloves in my pockets. I don’t think about it, and I don’t end up moving couches like when I can’t find my keys. Rules, things we stick to by code or creed, they run everything around me. When I read, I write. Put my gloves in my pockets. When I play, breathe. When I breathe, think. When I see it, picture it. Keep it simple, everything personal.
Post Summary
- There are more ways to appreciate the arts than you think. Just don’t touch.
- Winter isn’t bad because of the cold. It’s bad because you’re not warm.
- Rules, or second-order decisions, are choices we make to reduce the burden of making choices. “I don’t go anywhere without it,” or “I always pick my favorite color,” are some examples.