Am I Losing Sight?

Sooo much to write on today, yet so little time. Although the news provides plenty, I'm going to go it old school and just talk about something that's recently crossed my mind.

Irish writer, and poet, Oscar Wilde's last words were, "Either that wallpaper goes, or I do." I always loved the passion behind these words, but never knew ('til now) the kind of circumstances that would encourage such whims.

Daily, I find myself surrounded by a roomscape of white, beige, and pale green walls. Looking around, I feel a hunger for texture as virtually all shapes are carved by straight, smooth lines. Squares and rectangles galore. The people are genuinely great, but I sometimes don't believe they exist here when even the oxygen seems to enough air. Were it not for a few potted plants, a faux fur jacket, and the occasional stack of inky paper, this would be purgatory.

The minds whose thoughts I most look up to cherished one thing above all in life; I'm going to short sell this precious notion by calling it variance. Understanding mutability for it's value echoes the spiritual equivalent of the Theory of Special Relativity. This is to say that we understand who we are, and what we are worth by observing our relation to the things in or life. If no change is present, than we get into some issues.

Which brings me to my current predicament. I am in the middle of a transitional phase in my life. Things were utterly crazy and for this reason super lively back in college. Once I left, I saw a lot of freedom lost: I had to hole my self into my room for 7 months while I looked for a job barely getting out; now I'm two jobs into this economy and well, and things have hardly changed. Alas, I have bitten more than I can chew, and have been left with inflexibility as a punishment. Oh, how I miss the days of irresponsibility.

So now I have all this time, to ponder at the many different states of life I've currently forfeited, and received. Starting with the office culture I am currently criticizing, of course. My biggest fear? Getting to the point where none of this bugs me. How many of the people around me thought the same way I do when they were my age? Will this progress? Can I be ever-vigilant? I guess these "professional" aesthetics are the design requirements for streamlined efficiency. What a cost we pay to be well fed.