I want to be reincarnated as a cat. I just think it would be such a cushy lifestyle. And I was thinking, lying in bed not sleeping that it would be an amazing thing to be. At least a well-cared-for housecat. Any pet really. The whole concept of reincarnation is interesting. I feel, as a Buddhist that life cannot just end. If there is really such thing as a soul then it cannot be created or destroyed. Then again everything comes and goes from nothing, so it's all a crap-shoot really.
One thing that still gets me is my love of books. I just love to read, but I find myself doing more (or less) productive things than reading. I really do enjoy it, but I can't bring myself to do it sometimes. I find that the best time to read is if you can't sleep. But as of right now I'm blogging on this new blog instead of reading. Ah well, I need to write more anyway.
Speaking of, I've been working on this new story. I'm unsure whether to make it into a whole book or just a long short story. Either way I have a lot to say and not a lot of time to say it. Which, again, is relative. I just need to make the time to do anything I want to. And I half-promised to myself to keep writing, even if it's just irrelevant things like what I'm writing now. If anything this is more a journal than blog. I'm still unsure what a blog is anymore.
Here's one of my favourite quotes: "My fault, my failure, is not my passions but my lack of control of them." -- Jack Kerouac.
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