the month of July

Honestly, I think that reading too much, filling myself from head to toe with the words of books, make me lifeless after a while. Just like the adage all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. I think reading too much take the purposes and inspiration out of words. I feel that I trap myself in an entanglement and lose the meaning of the toiling and the reason for expression.
So when I pull myself out of it all and look back, I realize why it was such a sombre journey so dilapidated of energy. It gets boring and tedious when I do not remember the conviction and urge that has stirred up such great vengence so that I had a belief that I needed to pen it down through much toil and labour. Even the ideas lose its spirit and form. They merely stroke the fire of frustration.
Coming back to earth, to the touch of reality brings back every other touch. It takes away the stress.
Now, I have began to read, once again, The Wealth of Nation. Wealth, says Hobbes, is power. I do think that reading it has both a sense of boredom and liveliness. Boredom because it is tedious going through every idea only to feel the dryness of each thought. Just like words would do. They always do that. But liveliness because every though dry and lifeness connect meaning to facets of a pulsating world. Yet boredom again, because so what that it does? And still lively, because your mind is occupied. The argument goes on.
I have been wondering all this while what to do. Education they say is not that important after all. At least soformally. Because one can always educate oneselve. The problem that in the ways of the world you have to be out there to see it. It is not just the formal education but the breakthrough in society. A cruel market that we need to be wise as serpents. The only way to get that wise part is to get acquainted with it.
The good part is that it has been raining this few nights. the red sky, just the thought of it make sme feel the cozy night and when the trees sashay to the beat of the rain, it is a heavenly perspective. Wherever you are you cannot be denied that pleasure. Only the deaf or blind.
If I do not move, I can travel. If I do not move I can stay hidden here. I can hide under the covers. I can go for escapes. I can sit under the moon. I can linger in thoughts and sleep late. I will be sheilded from almost everything.It won't be a painless exsistence, just less painful.
Then I will go back to Cameron soon.