"To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very few people have reached this level."
-Bertrand Russell
I insulate my mind against poverty of thought, the undertow of surface drivel that wants to pull me under, with books, (this one I'm reading is particularly salacious and I'm glued to every word) and wherever I'm at, I carve out corner where I can find my own existence deepening.
I need this when noise and chatter overwhelms or irritates, whichever the case be.
I reach for inner calm against intrusions that break through the boundaries of my private niche usually unsolicited like that empty seat beside me when there's a host of others available.
Is my vibe not obvious, do I need a "do not disturb' sign?
Under breath, I mutter 'please...grant me...the serenity, the ability to have restraint against my indignance and resist the burning urge to suggest to this unwelcome visitor to go play in traffic or something.
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