Play, Fleetingness and Attention
I find a lot of meaning in play, and because of this I’ve been fascinated by what play is and it means to me. So when I recently took a day wandering around the nearby forest I couldn’t help but wonder and re-explore my thoughts on these topics.
Fleetingness of life
To me life is incredibly fleeting and everchanging, nothing ever is the same as it was before. What we call a tree one day becomes a house becomes a ruin becomes a nest and… Our imagination/subconscious might be one of the most fleeting of all, the moment I try to grasp it, it escapes like a fleeing flock of birds. When a conscious thought appears it is only a smidge of what’s actually flying around in my head. And, when I try to hold it tight, it inevitably finds it way to slip out of my hand…