So I look at the lawn and go “Why can’t you just mow yourself?”
Why do I have to do this? Why do I have to be responsible for that which grows outside of this building in which I currently reside? Can’t the grass just mow itself?
That would certainly be a lot less work than my doing it, and that would mean that I’d have an easier time running through life, though any description of me running is a highly exaggerated one, really. But anyway…
So I sit here and I look outside the window and I look at how unruly the grass on the lawn of the front is getting, and I think to myself about how it needs to be cut and I wonder as to whether I want to cut it or not.
Now, there are positives to this whole getting out there with a lawnmower and mowing the lawn. For starters, it makes things look a little neater, and it probably reduces the encroachment of weeds or something. However, the thing is that I don’t want to do it and I will avoid doing it as much as I can.
I need to have time to sit here and write this out and I also need to have time to be lazy, and being lazy is what I do best, so therefore I will sit here and be lazy. However, the lawn needs to be mowed as it has grown quite a bit after a lot of rain preventing any mowing happening. Then again, it still needs to be able to mow it itself. I didn’t ask for it to be here; it was already here when I arrived. I shouldn’t have to be the one who takes care of it; it can look after itself. And so on and so forth.
So what am I saying here? Other than the statement that strongly indicates my lack of desire in doing something that needs to be done. I’m sure that there is a message in here somewhere. There is probably something about the dangers of indecision during times of duress, or something about how one should not fear failure, but rather fear failure through inaction or something. There must be something in here somewhere and the only way to find it is through cutting through all the gangly overgrowth of this writing and getting straight to the sources of it all. Once that is done, then surely whatever it is that I may or may not be trying to say will reveal itself and then we’ll all be happier for it as we’ll all know what the hidden meaning is, thus allowing us to all go about our lives and get on with everything in a manner that suggests the progression of the day and the progression of our day lining up with the day that is put in front of us.
Still think it should cut itself. Shouldn’t have to do the mowing myself.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:22
I feel as though this one drags a fair bit. It gets a little smoother toward the end, but by then it is too late… or something.
Written at home.