Men-Who-Pause

No man is a man if he can't hear the chirping cricket over the babble of two other voices. He is even worse an example of our species if he still can't hear it after being asked to specifically listen to the cricket. The plethora of hollow mechanical drones who go through life without noticing all that life has to offer you surprises me.

The majority of us are so caught up in getting from A to B that we fail to appreciate the multitude of interesting events that occur along the path. This lack of appreciation for nature-nature in this case being your surroundings, not the flora, fauna and the other crap Wordsworth was talking about-could be the chief reason for the disappointment or unfulfilled feeling that one feels when he does eventually reach B.

Not that I am romanticizing life, no, I'd rather observe everything in my way than just get caught up in the goal of completing objectives in daily life. For instance, I'm sure you would not pause to appreciate how beautifully the stale vomit in the sink had mixed with oil to produce a diffraction pattern similar to the great Auroras themselves. But I did. I also took in the stench of the vomit and objectively assessed its effect on my olfactory before i dismissed it as something unpleasant.

So the conclusion to all this is... wait... what the f**k did I intend to say in the first place? Balls to it. I think I've made my point without actually finishing what I intended to say in the first place.