I was in a stationary store walking through an aisle of notebooks. Thinking how nice they all looked. Clean, organized, potential. Isn't it? A notebook is that potential. What could I do in that note book? As though the many notebooks I already own could never live up to that potential...they couldn't I think I know, because I have already used them, and nothing great has come of them. At least so I delude myself to believe, when walking through an aisle of delightful shiny new red notebooks.
And it reflects on life, I think. We are so ready to throw away perfectly good and usable tools for a newer shinier version of the same because for some reason we believe the newer shinier version of the same will give us more potential, greater potential, and maybe this time help us actualize that potential into heaps of money happiness ego satisfaction etc etc...
But in reality we have no idea why we are compulsed to want and want that newer newer thing.
I think this is about hating my cell phone. I really didn't want to buy it. Really didn't want to need it. But bought it believing that somehow owning one would make my life better. And well now i see that it is a lie. That it was a waste of time and money and that really only I can improve my life. Can change my life. Can inject and actualize potential. Not this piece of garbage cell phone.
Sigh, life is a little more transparent today.
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