wonderment and guilt – spontaneous jottings

A strange combination of wonderment and guilt are today’s companions. Having allowed myself time to just sit, in the silence of the living room, looking out onto the garden, my mind is once again filled with the question, why is there something rather than nothing? Because there is something, imagining nothing (or a non/state of nothingness) seems impossible – I find myself watching the clouds slowly drift by and, I’m lost in wonder.

To be honest, most of my life these days is spent in some kind of wonderment and, it is because of (rather than in spite of) this appreciation of the wondrous awesomeness of life that I cannot avoid being committed to issues of social justice and hence politics. There must be an alternative to people being bogged down in the vicious cycle of wage slavery and debt; the world has a sufficiency of resources for everyone to be able to enjoy leisure time without being wearied and overburdened about how to acheive even a subsistence lifestyle.

But, you may well ask, where does the guilt enter the equation? It’s that old protestant work ethic no doubt – how can I justify stting doing nothing rather than taking some positive action? The straight answer is that I don’t need to justify it but, the guilt remains anyway, ignoring the logic of my answer.

**********************

a new poem, or at least working draft, RESTLESS NIGHT, has been posted by yours truly on ‘Archive Mined & Freshly Spun’.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Blogging, Faith Matters/Personal, Miscellaneous/Personal and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s