beautiful exhaustion

my last post was written in what can only be called a beautiful exhaustion. So is what I am writing now. I had an active day and there were many things that I thought to say but I would end up being prevented today. And still while my mind's at bay I can make a play, of words, because I guess it's easy ro rhyme when you're exhausted.

Imagine always being exhausted. Life becomes more like a dream. You have no energy for reflection. It is both good and bad. Exhaustion simplifies and caresses you through a light version of the experience of life.

The blossoms are here and with it comes the intense Japanese tradition of watching them. Sakura-mi so to speak. To eye the sakura blossoms. It may be a commodified tradition, but it must also be praised for its roots in a deep respect for nature and the beauty it offers. It may not be that much better, though, than admiring a conventionaly beautiful woman, complete with makeup and the newest, most fashionable clothes. But at least it does not involve the objectification of a human for that is far more damaging (although I guess I am trying to say that it's related and relatable).

But I am exhausted so I must rest my attention on simpler tasks. Please forgive my foolishness and simpleton nature. I only have the best intentions, and yet they are human.

One more crazy thought to share. May I ask you if you believe in aliens, kind sir/madame? "No," you reply. "But of course." Did it ever occur to you that we are already basically the same thing as these so-called aliens? We are intelligent life on a planet in the universe. I think that should be enough to shock those seekers of the new and bizarre. If only most people weren't too exhausted to notice that our existence is strange enough. And if we exist then of course other crazy animals like us could very well exist somewhere else in the universe.