A Sunday Afternoon
On days like today I find that even though I’ve had my full eight hours of rest, I wake to find myself feeling only slightly different than the evening before. Still tired though it is a different sensation that being in need of physical rest. The feeling I have is more of a psychological need for rest or change. It’s a Sunday afternoon… I’m usually accustomed to working on this day so it is a welcomed change to be liberated from my place of work. Though, it only brings slight comfort seeing as I have to return in a little less than twenty three hours from now.
My collection of Pink Floyd songs serve as my sound track of the day, songs I have heard hundreds maybe thousands of times but they seem to fall perfectly into place with my mood and the atmosphere of the room. The sound of church bells from across town serve as a reminder of the typical attitudes of the people inhabit this small town that I have found myself in. Slow, routine based lives that I relate much to an old cassette tape being rewound each night and played again every morning. I have awoken to these same walls for months and I find myself growing weary with each passing day, I’m weary for some sort of change in my life, I long to see more of the world around me but I feel blinded to my environment, there are a wealth of experiences to be had right here where I live. Though, I seldom step foot out of my front door for anything other than my job. I can’t be a judge of the happiness of others but in my experience it seems that most people find themselves quite comfortable with that way of life. I often ask myself why I can’t just accept that this is life and I should just grow accustomed to working the same job and living in the same place for the rest of my time. Is there something that makes me different? Do others just give up or did they never feel a need for change in the first place? Is there some paradigm that has yet to come in my life where I just accept reality for what it is and move on?
