In an old French movie we hear :
- “Deux intellectuels assis vont moins loin qu’une brute qui marche”.
- (“two sitting intellectuals don’t get as far as a walking brute”)
I read this and I smiled, because, darn it, I’m one of the two sitting guys!
So, well, listen : I went to my mother’s house this week-end and I helped her in her gardening activities : I weed-eatered a big part of the garden to prepare it for tillage.
Happily, her string-trimmer was on batteries, and lasted like 15 minutes before I had to stop. Phewww.
I hate to “do” these things. I hate DIY and odd jobs. It’s awful! I feel sad, and dirty, I’m bored. I am terribly bored. I want to be after. I want to go home.
In a garden, I want to read a book, to have a conversation, to take photos, or watch the buzzing world & butterflies.
I’m a cat person – in MBTI I’m INTFJ and my enneagram is 5 : The Observer – I’m perceptive, I watch and think, instead of… doing things.
Reading, writing (in the morning), eating, sex (evenings), taking photos – my entertainment thing is NOT linked to displacement – which, for me, is a dumb way to kill the banality of life.
And but yeah, Hopper’s letter :
…how life works. It’s moving. Always moving, whether you like it or not. And, yeah, sometimes it’s painful. Sometimes it’s sad. And sometimes… it’s surprising.
Maybe I fear surprises? Why is that? Always moving? Nope.
Make mistakes, learn from ’em, and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave.
Mmmmh I think I prefer the cave, now. Hurt not good. I’m OK!
Have a nice day!