Well, here we are at November 3d. Tomorrow is the day where we face only the election booth and make up our sacred minds. I think people study the issues beforehand, perhaps make a commitment; but by the time they get into the booth; its all different. How many people who start out to vote for Obama will shift to McCain? I think people will. They will have the best of intents; they’ll remember the calls and mailers. But when you’re in the booth perhaps a different messenger is heard. For me, the voting is more about the act itself and I have changed my mind a few times in the booth. Things look different.
I’ve given thought to how we Americans are programmed to do work. Its such a slippery slope for our lives. Work is a necessity and we’re basically socialized to expect a lifetime of 9 to 5 and then a few precarious years of wishing perhaps it was back. Can it be that there is more than just the 9 to 5 and then missing it? I’m at the point where I wonder what to do next. Do I just continue to do technology? I could see a point where its fundamental attraction leaves me. Where I would want another contribution. What would that be? I’m sure my wife wonders. She is dedicated to her career and I like seeing someone with that level of focus. For me, the whole work thing is good now; but I can see past it.
Perhaps my day dream is to have a thing which is more, less,different. Some thing which is a job but encompasses more. A dream? Of course. We’re americans and thus programmed to live those Thoreau “lives of quiet desperation”. There is nothing left for us as we reach those other years of ages. We’re locked in and locked down.
But our spirits and consciousnesses stream far away and into the clouds and sun and dimensions. I’m sure that our indomitable spirits see much more than even our day dreams show. Perhaps I’ll find that “other thing” that seems to hover forever right out of reach. Time will tell.
