Would you want to understand the meaning of your life?
between the pouring rain, and unforgiving sun, geneva has periods of gray dullness like now, in which the goblin would usually sit in the bistro trying to make sense of his life, before giving up knowing that when it all made sense he would only want he life to be a mystery again, saying “…now that I understand, I don’t want to understand anymore…”
After a hiatus due to my circumstances the resident Goblin is back. Today he takes us through his motions.
the goblin had been admiring the wet weather, like a toad on a toadstool, simply that today too promised to be dull at best, as he readies himself for the same old tour to the mountains under those now all too familiar ominous rainclouds again, the goblin, lifting his spirits to the occasion, starts singing “…I’ll be going through the motions when it rains, I’ll be going through the motions when it rains, I’ll be going though the motions, going though the motions, going though the motions, I’ll am going though the motions when she pours…” to an onlooking day, who is not really impressed, while the goblin’s “song against the weather” continues throughout, somehow leaving the only real question as to who would break first, “…ah, but I have the advantage of the internet here, where you are still stuck in dailylife…” smirked the goblin against the grayness around him
Today the Goblin talks about what makes him write these paragraphs.
the goblin was simple enough, saying “…well, much of what I write is based on the question what in my life is worth posting, where, if something is, I try to see if I can catch it in a text…”, and then the search was on to find some picture that would match whatever the text portrayed, saying “…well yes, rather like a clothes statement I suppose…”, and finally he would post it while keeping a copy to see who he was by it, simply his journey to self was this then, but he felt too, that his awareness of that self was growing with the ongoing practice now
Monday has come again and so has the Goblin. Today he muses about choice.
the goblin felt awake now, as if all before had been a dream, and yet, he was once more faced a little white slot that said “…why not feed me to find yourself goblin, take that journey to self here…”, but the goblin knew that one’s journey to self was ever some point on the horizon that one never really reached until the end came, “…yes like “find the end of the rainbow” is what you really mean slot isn’t it, so you think I’m yet another donkey willing to follow your carrot once more…” whereupon the slot replied, “…well perhaps goblin, but in life there are only two carrots now, their’s and your’s, and surely you’ve followed their carrot long enough, haven’t you goblin, and besides there’s no rainbow’s end with their carrot either, there’s just “more” on offer, and how well you know that too, but if you know that now, then which carrot you choose shows you to yourself doesn’t it..”
Another Monday, another post by the resident Goblin.
by now, the goblin had learned to kept a truce with time, saying “…simple, if I don’t trust time, it won’t fluster me nor run off on me now, and if I don’t wait on time, it won’t drag its feet either…”, somehow that image then, of time as a small child enjoying some playground in the park, sprang to the goblin’s mind now, saying “…ah yes, one lets it free to do what it likes I suppose, but never free enough to let it wander off unnoticed…”