22 Mar 2007

But masters… though it be not written down,
Yet forget not that I am an Ass.

Much Ado About Nothing — Shakespeare

A week ago I had a goal. I was totally focused on running my marathon, nothing else seemed important.

Now I have no goal and nothing seems important.

Oh, I ran my marathon. And I ran it well.


Who cares? What was the point? What difference did it make?

And hark! the Nightingale begins its song
Most musical, most melancholy Bird!
A melancholy Bird? O idle thought!
In nature there is nothing melancholy.

The Nightingale — Wordsworth

Time to go for a hike, I think.

The few times I have heard a nightingale it did not sound musical to me.


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