Stupid Fairies

I can't decide what I want to write about. I know I want to write about something; it's dancing just beyond the edge of my mind, teasing me and telling me to come out and play, knowing full well that I'm stuck right where I am. My muse is a fairy that enjoys flitting about my head, evading my grasp, showing up in my vision as a bright streak of light and a glowing ball that quickly disappears, giggling, into the darkness, leaving me alone and frustrated.

Therefore, I will reach into my ever-present journal and take my blog entry from a more fruitful day of writing. Specifically, last night. It was kind of random, but most things about me are, so this isn't anything new to you people.

Saturday 17 September 2005

I must be tired. I wrote "Saturday" twice and had to scratch one out. I wouldn't be tired at 2:16, once upon a time. Now, I feel less than half awake.
Why is it the sounds in the background are so insistent, anyway? All background is. Most of the human life is concerned with things that are, ultimately, just background noise that breaks our concentration when we try to focus on the important things.
Money is background noise. Jobs are. Laundry is. Eating is. Homework, hobbies, writing, socializing, thinking are. Everything is simple background.
Unless.
Unless you take the activity and fuse it with something bigger than life. Then it becomes important and valuable.
It's 2:22 AM. Do you know where your life is?

~Paul