Why is it that the weekends fly by so quickly? Why is it that when you have a good conversation with someone, hours disappear between you two?

There is a book I’ve been wanting to read for the past few weeks called “Flow”. It talks about how we have this state where we lose our-self and become whatever we are doing. We are so absorbed in the action that we forget our part in it. The book relates this to happiness and claims that a state of “flow” is necessary to be happy.

So far, I think I’ll have to agree. Having nights like tonight, where time runs short, helps build a contentment that fills the background of my life. It’s like a static that’s around me and underlies my daily life. It’s something I look for in everything I do.

Some people bring me to “flow” and art is what really draws me into this state. Writing, editing, and doing what I love with people that I love is the purpose of my life.



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