I swear that the next time I buy nail clippers, I am going to chain it to a log, something so big that I would never lose the damned thing again.
I must own three of them, and yet every time I’m left searching around trying to find them.
And then it appeared. It was laying there, right in front of me. I had been looking around so much, thinking about where they could be, that I hadn’t been paying attention to what was actually there in front of me.
There’s a lot of thinking to be done today. Because there’s a lot of information making impressions. There’s also a lot of heartfelt loyalty to camps, parties, race, and gender, and this makes paying attention hard to do, because I’ve limited my attention to thinking about the information that I care about: the information that supports my cause.
I lift up my head from the trough of media feed that’s engineered for my consumption, a tempting and tantalizing mixture of fear and drama.
Then I take a look around. And I notice Reality.
Reality doesn’t have a camp. Reality stretches out far and wide. It requires paying attention, and processing new information.
And this is more enlightening than sitting in a camp, trapped by my thoughts. Go explore and learn new things: no need to protect the camp. There’s a whole world out there to pay attention to.