A better view
The consequences of a nice view
I often wish that the windows of my room (in the attic) were looking out to the back of the house, not the front. I could then look up from my desk and watch the field behind the house, the sheep or the cows grazing, the birds of pray hanging above it and the herons walking through it, searching for some delicious mice.
And then I realize that the watching could be a problem. I would probably just sit at my desk and look outside and nothing would really happen with the writing, translating and all the other things I do here. It’s funny how sometimes the best things can also be the worst.
Still, I sometimes dream of opening the roof to the other side and having both views. I could sit with my back to the better view, right? Or maybe sideways? The neck pain would keep me from looking through the widow all the time, right?
Or maybe not. Maybe I would daydream all the time and no writing would get done. But maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, to daydream, I mean. Maybe all this writing is unnecessary, maybe there’s too much of it in the world already. Maybe a good view could save me from it.
I don’t have any answers here, only the knowledge that putting in the windows won’t happen any time soon. There are other things I would need to put this kind of money (if I had it) into first. So I can daydream about the view for now and keep writing about it. And about all the other things on my mind, because the internet (and the world in general) is big and there’s probably some room for me too.