What happens when we feel like we are sitting there wasting time? Wasting time when we could be out there. Out there living. Out there feeling. Out there making a difference. Instead we just sit here. We breathe. We listen. We do nothing else. We distract ourselves. We disappear inside our heads and creep down the corridors of the mind. We look through keyholes and avoid the rooms we do not want to go into. Those rooms with clothes and belongings in all the wrong places; we leave them left locked. Not now. We are just sitting. We are not doing anything. Right now we can’t face reality. Instead we enter the rooms of fantasy. The imagination is powerful. We look through the keyhole and see marshmallow cushions. We see thick, feathery carpets, and dark, comforting walls. I see roaring fires, a hot mug of tea, and a little fluffy puppy. What do you see? What do you desire when you crouch down behind a closed wooden door and peer through a small brass keyhole? Throwaway moments sitting in an armchair, thoughts freely floating – what do you see?
Are we sitting there wasting time?
Of course not.
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