Back in August
This morning heralded in not only a new day and a new week, but also the start of August, my self proclaimed quasi-insightful time of year. August has no significant meaning for me (apart from it being my brother’s birth month). I am not more inspired than at any other time. Our minds have been dulled to the spectacle of dead leaves on a tree, rain is no longer revitalizing but irritating and the cold that burns your lungs not rejuvenating, but rather smothering. In this time life is engulfed by another wave of work and academic responsibilities. Life continues and we settle for what must now surely be mundane.
That’s why I (probably sub-consciously) chose this month to re-examine everything with fresh ideas. When I had to create an identity for this site I was drawn by the dark and colds nights and the loneliness of empty streets and rooms as the winter reaches its zenith. Although I somehow ended up with an autumn feel, I liked it and the top banner and buttons at the bottom that’s frames everything remain my intellectual retreat. There is something about this month that strikes me – it seems to hide secrets everybody is too busy or too tired to seek out. Somewhere far away, where I grew up, spring has already begun and Eden can be found on a sandy meadow. August also holds opportunities that have always been there, but now has new meanings.
It’s all psychology. That doesn’t make it wrong. It also doesn’t make it less real. Its real to me and it plays a constructive role, therefore I declare it real. Easy, isn’t it? The critical point is that I am also not less inspired than at any other time.
If it means anything to you or to anyone else, I hope you find your inspiration.
In July, the pieces were set up. Now, in August, the game will play out.
That’s why I (probably sub-consciously) chose this month to re-examine everything with fresh ideas. When I had to create an identity for this site I was drawn by the dark and colds nights and the loneliness of empty streets and rooms as the winter reaches its zenith. Although I somehow ended up with an autumn feel, I liked it and the top banner and buttons at the bottom that’s frames everything remain my intellectual retreat. There is something about this month that strikes me – it seems to hide secrets everybody is too busy or too tired to seek out. Somewhere far away, where I grew up, spring has already begun and Eden can be found on a sandy meadow. August also holds opportunities that have always been there, but now has new meanings.
It’s all psychology. That doesn’t make it wrong. It also doesn’t make it less real. Its real to me and it plays a constructive role, therefore I declare it real. Easy, isn’t it? The critical point is that I am also not less inspired than at any other time.
If it means anything to you or to anyone else, I hope you find your inspiration.
In July, the pieces were set up. Now, in August, the game will play out.
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