Today I vacillated frequently between moments of extreme tension and compulsion, and the surreal, seductive contentment produced by Spring and it’s excellence.
The energies, all the things that need doing, this post to be posted, that payment, this thought to be hoarded away for future posting. The natural tendency toward sluggish inertia is countered by the erratic craze of conviction. To change something, to say something, to produce something.
Is it possible to be creative and happy? Calm and explosive in that space where thought is translated into content?
Eckhart Tolle on his view of said content.