It's Sunday afternoon, and I should/could be doing something industrious. Instead, I am here blogging, after having spent the morning tweaking the new blog theme, posting a couple blogs and surfing the web.
Why am I sitting here when I could be outside doing something summery? Because, my friend, I despise summer. I hate the heat, the bugs, the storms and the sweat. The only thing good about summer is that you can swim and do other outdoorsy type things, but I rarely do those any more, so my hatred of summer grows with each passing year.
With the exception of the one Saturday that I went to the music festival, I haven't spent any time outdoors at all this summer, other than traveling to my truck and to whatever air-conditioned building I am headed to next.
I can't wait until fall, where I could spend all day outside without feeling like I am on the brink of death.
Summer, please go away.
We interrupt this blog to bring you an important announcement!
Ok, so it's just a regular kind of announcement, but it's about my husband, so there.
Aleostax has started his own blog! It mostly centers around his ideas for a better government. It's a pretty good read if you are interested in alternate views of how society could/should be.
I highly recommend stopping by his blog, even if it's just to say hello. :)
Blog by Aleostax: Thoughts and opinions for a better world
There is one rather unpleasant side effect of not having a religious belief, and I am still learning to deal with it. When I put much thought into it, the concept of dying is really disturbing me. Of course, it makes a person want to get everything out of living possible, because the here and now is all we have. I am finding it difficult to accept the finality of death. I just cannot wrap my mind around the idea that one day I am just going to stop existing, stop being conscious, cease being alive. When you are religious or spiritual, there is always some assurance that your soul or spirit or some part of you will live on. An idea that you will be conscious in some form after death has some comfort, if only on an emotional level.
It frightens me somewhat to think of my body decomposing, of people forgetting that I ever existed. I try to make my mark in some way now, but nothing seems to make me forget my mortality nowadays.
These thoughts make me want to do things every day that make me feel alive, make me happy and fulfilled.
It seems that each time I think that I've reach a plateau in my feelings about life, death and religion, something else enters my mind and I have to get to the bottom of it, sort it out and form some kind of logical stance of the subject before I can leave it alone.
I hope I never get to the point in life that I think I've learned everything. I want to constantly learn. I want to have to rethink my position and take new ideas into consideration. Knowledge is what I build my life upon, experience is what makes me feel alive.
Feel free to leave a comment if you have any input on this subject; I would like to hear others' thoughts!
