Out of My Senses

As of late, I have felt very distracted, unable to focus, and, for lack of a better term, "blah". Even now, my mind is straining to write something worth reading and think about dinner, the conversation going on in the other room, and music. Is there anything wrong with this? Not necessarily, I suppose. I think where distraction goes wrong is when it affects daily life. When it slows you down and makes hours seem like years and responsibility a unwanted tonic.

I think I will end this short thought with a journal entry from Henry David Thoreau, one of my favorite writers:

Out of My Senses

I feel a little alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. I would fain forget all my morning's occupation - my obligation to society. But sometimes it happens that I cannot easily shake off the village - the thought of some work - some surveying will run in my head and I am not where my body is - I am out of my senses. In my walks I would return to my senses like a bird or a beast. What business have I in the woods if I am thinking of something out of the woods.

25 November 1850, Journal 3: 150