Late Enjoyment

Sat, Feb 9th, 2013 (Sunday 4AM)

My body enjoys staying up late as of late.
It refuses rest, it insists on wakefulness even as I
curl it against my fairly cozy blankets.
But it's not just my body - it's my mody.
I think, and I think.
I think about Laura,
Then Echo,
Then Juanita,
Then Wen Xin,
Then Bhiksha,
Then San Francisco,
Then Elisa,
Then Colorado,
Then singing,
Then about new lodging.
And music.
And life-fulfillment.
And decisions.
And I feel the urge to write it,
to imprint them somewhere
somehow.
Why? Is this poetic inspiration that drives me?
No, though the term can be bent to include most anything.
I just want to do.
To learn, to act, to create.
To break free from this tiny conditional cage of work and focus
towards something turned from fantastic, puerile.
This discipline, Machine Learning.
What for? Well, money in the future, sure.
But now? What do I have now?
What do I DO now that my heart really reaches out to?
I reach out to my work to escape my little cage,
which I built, paid only by the fear of future regret,
but I learn little
I enjoy little,
I share little,
I change little.
When I COULD DO SO MUCH MORE

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