“Life is really simple, we insist on making it complicated” –Confucius
I had reached a proud new zenith of laziness, one that prevented me from going out and buying food for my empty fridge. I pondered solving this problem by ordering food to come to me. Thusly the state of laziness would be maintained.
Some people may see it as a sign of sloth. Others may confirm it is laziness. The politically correct among us would even go so far as creating a new form of disability called “Motivationally Disinclined” However I was content to call it what it was, a perfect state of Joshness had been attained. It is not to say there were not things to be worried about, I had plenty of those. It was not to say there were not important battles to be fought or injustices to right , the limited space I have prevents me from listing each and every one. It was simply time to enjoy . Not even enjoy something, just to enjoy.
As this perfect state of being, nirvana, bliss, gan eden, pick your word they all mean where I was despite the presence of the tempting seductress who had slowly crawled next to me. Offering her bosom of information and solutions to life’s problem she let her fiery red curls lay softly on my chest. The I ignored her , the hervmore advances grew frustrated. There were mysteries we would explore together, worlds to conquer and deep unanswerable questions to be debated. However, I ignored her temptations , I was in a good place and I was not leaving, and even the touch of her crimson red lips seductively biting my ears would in the end not stir me.She would give up angrily, and when retribution I would incurred a heavy price.
None of it mattered as I lay in my bed thinking less and less as the taste from her sex filled perfume left my nose . I sat there, not thinking, just listening to my breath. A warm snug feeling enveloped my body. Later when the seductress of thoughts would be allowed to join me I would ponder if what I was feeling was what was felt those moments before someone died However, at that moment, for a period of time that history forgot to measure I was simply happy with the simple state.
Joshness in all itsimperfections, tumult, pain, laughter, howls of indistinguishable emotions had finally found equilibrium. It was time to enjoy the simple moment of being.