With respect to Socrates, my unexamined life is not worth living. The front room is the face we show everyone but we hide our true self in the back room.
As I feared, I am not the same man today as I was yesterday. Nothing profound changed me. It was the normal progression of life. My action (job) occupied my headspace today more than my dreamer side (play).
There is genuine disappointment I can never get back to the furious musings of Pessoa, to stay in the pureness of thoughts and true disquiet as I was.
I will have more ideas about Pessoa’s book, but it will have to be from distanced richness.
What thoughts crowded me today mostly concerned how I need to take better care of my self, my body and mind so I may be a better worker and a better person. I need to take time for lunch. Not just food in my pants. A blueberry granola bar will not cut it. And I need to better distance myself from distractions at work that put me in a less healthy headspace.
To be honest, I would love to get back to Pessoa, but for now the moment has passed.
Thank god for tomorrow. Tomorrow with her bursting unknown possibilities!