I was watching my youngest at his swimming lesson this evening, tea-less, so suffering. He likes me to stay and watch him which I don't mind at all, except that there are no chairs, so I have to lean over a railing in stifling heat hopping from one foot to the other.
I was standing there and you know how you wonder about things sometimes? It came upon me to wonder what was the point of it all - swimming, driving, wearing clothes, working, making an effort and so on. It's all just filling in time before we peg it.
Still, there are more amusing ways to fill in time than others, and I came across one this afternoon. The daughter of a work colleague makes music, and it seems that she is rather good at it. She and her partner won a competition last week - no, not StarAc, but of that ilk. She has a website on MySpace where you can listen to their songs, and I must say it makes very very pleasant listening. It's cool music - atmospheric jazz, sort of...
I was thrilled to see the opportunities that are available now thanks to the internet. Making music and reaching a wide audience is so much easier now than it's ever been before. I suppose I'm a little envious too as it must be very exciting to be young and musical in this day and age. Even I, with my digital piano am benefitting from the electronic possibilities. I can play with the earphones on and make as much racket as I like, and as many mistakes as I like, in whatever instrument sound I like without anyone being any the wiser. Freedom!
Anyway, having wondered what was the point of it all, I decided that maybe there's no particular point, but it's up to all of us to make our own. I'm feeling a little guilty that I'm not being all go-getting and out there making millions. Instead I'm just happy with my peaceful little life without exotic holidays or bling. I don't even care that I don't own my house, but rent. In fact, the idea of owning fills me with a sort of dread at the responsibility and financial bottomless pit that that would entail. So I coast... and it's lovely.
But is it life?