Benefit of the Stout
The Present
There comes a point sometimes during an otherwise normal day when I wonder where things are headed, not in the pointless questions like “…should I use white or brown sugar today…” but more like “what the fuck is around the corner and where in the hell am I going…”
Occasionally I sit around and ask myself the heavier questions, mind you this kind of behaviour happens even though I’m not locking horns with Mr Arthur Guinness or Mr Robert Tennent. I ask myself the tough questions like “…maybe I should pick up the phone…” or “…maybe I should drop all of this and go see the world instead of pushing myself harder” For me it’s cathartic to ask such questions, it forces me to snap out of the sleep, forcing to think it through.
The Past
Every mistake I’ve ever made still wanders by like old friends, still thinking them over, trying to see how it happened.
*Tap tap* “Hello? Is anyone in there?..”
I like sharpening the edge of the sword, I like looking down the rifle, I like to free fall and hit the wall.
Maybe it is that we are doomed to live in a circle, like a tire rolling down an 80 year old hill. Some people get haunted by their past, their mistakes, their cycle; never learning but always questioning. I question but I take from my gut instincts and follow them through. I guess that is the biggest issue that divides us. Everyone asks the questions but only some listen to the answers.
The Future
I’m officially one part petrified and one part thrilled sitting in a lowball glass, being slowly stirred, breath held, waiting for the ice to drop.
My ideas book is now bursting at seams, nothing’s set in stone obviously, there’s always that curveball when you least expect it but I’m thinking about big projects, plans, schemes, goals. It’s getting to that point of the year for me to take all of these scribbles on scraps, set some lofty goals and see where I am and what I have achieved come the end of the summer.
The pen is mightier than the sword, or as I’ve experienced, the keyboard and keypad.
