Restless

One of the theoretical fathers of the Internet hypothesized that it had to work like the mind in free association mode. That is, we as humans tend to link one thought to the next in an ever increasingly flow… what someone else once called Stream of Consciousness.
The relevance lies in that it tells a story about how we are. Thoughts are like the river of life, they jump up and down and we follow wherever they may lead us. Happiness in life generally depends on how close the relationship is between our actions and our thoughts. The closer we are to bliss, the more engaged and the more alive we seem, it is well because our minds and bodies, actions and thoughts, are in synch and aligned. It’s simple really: you just proceed according to plan. What you need foremost is a purpose, and it should have a dead-line and it should include plan B, C, and no more than a D. Focus on a few things at a time, or embrace the world fearlessly.
However, there are those among us who have done as they wished and yet still find reasons to make themselves miserable. And I say, let them be…. No, not in a sarcastic manner, just let them vent if they feel like happiness is in the pursuit, so be it. Deep down inside I suspect that if a person has an affinity towards madness, it doesn’t matter if you tie them down. Blocking that energy with moral arguments or pep talk may only infuriate them. Invest that energy in your own projects, and don’t ashamed to kick back and relax along the way. The problem is crystal clear: misery is in the extremes. Those who don’t strive for much and settle for even less, the depressed kind, the melancholic children… drama abounds, and others’ lack of enthusiasm can be quite contagious. Rid yourself of such epidemic. Smile politely and be on your way. Few are truly worth our time. Keep those close, and let them run free… for they respect your need for privacy and independence. The brief and quiet types are an endangered species. Let us cultivate some of that in us, if we are ever so lucky.
I've worked eighteen hours straight, and I feel quite sluggish. I am somewhat restless.