Path of Most Resistance
I was just sitting here feeling awful, thinking wouldn’t it be easier if I just did X instead of Y. And as my thoughts devolved – which they tend to do – I realized nah, that wouldn’t be so fun because it would be too easy.
Two little words that cause me no end of trouble – that get me into trouble. There is something in me that resists the easy path. Boredom? – perhaps. This same resistance is why I’m here now, doing this – typing and building and making. It’s the same reason I decided to explore the city and the same reason I decided to find something new in my expression of the city.
Despite this being the hard way, there is easiness within it. There are aspects that come naturally – that flow smoothly. Part of my exploration is to decipher why I have these moments of flow in the thick of difficulty and how to replicate them – at will preferably.
Of course easy and difficult are a state of mind – a perspective with a tenuous definition when applied directly to the world so this conundrum is not so simple. But perhaps difficult is more rewarding. Perhaps.