"The Life of the Mind, there is not Road map for that Territory" -Barton Fink
The other day I came back from Byron Bay to spend one last final week here in Melbourne. It felt good coming back, driving back to my place I remember looking at the window and getting a feeling of “comfort” from seeing the city skyline. Ironic considering where I’d just come from and how I usually find more comfort on the beach. It was another example of my ever-static sense of wanting. Am I using that word static correctly? What I mean is to illustrate is the struggle of right here right now when what about over there at that time.
Watching a favorite show the other week I heard someone say “Being in your 20’s in like being a constant chase of the better party.” I looked for the party in the Sydney, Melbourne, then Byron, now back to Melbourne, and as I write this I’m even wondering about which party to go to tonight. The art of self-satisfaction is one that I really need to work on.