I'm at a serene but also ambitious time in my life, where caught in the reflective throes of my now exciting middle years; I yearn to curate and perserve every good thing as a celebratory legacy for a forthcoming era. Of course, I talk of a personal journey...one that stays propelled aboard a complex destiny. I am keen to record this present time that has seen me shrouded with independent blessings too many to count, after a few good years of harrowing circumstances.
Perhaps also, it is because I have learnt the value of life and hold knowledge as precious. Perhaps my sunsets have grown to be a little more romantic and flamboyant than I would have dared envision them, in the now forgotten calendar seasons of old pencil markings and teardrops. Or that I would have somehow succeeded in turning the meticulous and focussed thinker, for better or for worse. The latter would best explain why I feel the need to curate every footstep of a returning writing journey, record every memory of a splendoured childhood and remember every bookmarked essay, novel and film that I have ever come upon.
I want to read more books than I already have done, watch more films that may result in encompassing that overhelming number that presently jostle away to rest jovially in my mind, travel with a fitter spirit than I already do and write more intensely than I may have ever attempted, before. I want to memorise, collate, curate, record, note, jot...write and write some more of all the beautiful, wonderful things I have ever encountered, that currently makes my life the tiny garden of paradise it is.
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