What Do You Mean, Sir?

It's an obvious trend: We do things that we know promote our unhappiness. We refuse to remove ourselves from our self absorbed, unnecessary, privilige driven deteriorative ruts. It isn't enough to know what the problem is and fix it, instead we know what the problem is and put it on the back burner until we are so dysfunctional that it is unbearable and we break down, almost as though we "didn't see it coming" to be sure to not blame oneself for the demise. 

Balance is key and I am forgetting that I have absolutely no ability to balance my life. If I work one day too many my whole life is thrown off path. If I decide to clean I will clean the whole day until I can't find any time for anything else. 

I suppose it's called perfectionism, but if that was so then I would want that level of perfection for every aspect of my life and thus designate enough time for each activity, obligatory or voluntary. These inconsistencies are a constant bother. 

I suppose with my extra time (and by extra time I mean energy that isn't spent on people and things which have no future) I have time to over contemplate these ideas which are inherently arbitrary. 

I started drawing again and find myself really interested in religious art again. I think it's because it deals with an issue which has been done so many times and with such varying levels of expertise, yet the art still evokes such powerful emotional responses regardless of medium, dimensions, perspective or religious affiliation. 

Remember: Don't take things personally. It is what I say it is. 

All the power will shift.