Floating

I'm a floater. I'm not sure if I like the categorization. I find that there are pros and cons with that description. These days, I seem to be pulling more cons. Give it another month or two, I will probably change my mind.

Floating. It has this glamour effect. The wind moves, and you move. Easy as it sounds?
Maybe in a fairytale. Clouds don't hold you. Plummeting through them is typically what happens.  In fairytale's, logic is not required and the monotonous daily tasks aren't accounted for. In a fairytale, who thinks about cleaning and making ends meet. The ends are already met and every aspect of life sparkles.

In real life, the ends don't always meet (at least not always when we want or how we want it to).

But thinking about this makes it more and more apparent that we are not intended for this world. We have always been created to work. We have been given that authority and that privilege. It says that in Genesis. But, I don't think we were created for what this world has to offer. This distorted viewpoint where material things are supposed to satisfy where money is supposed to rule the world. We work to live.  As opposed to, we work for money in order to live. Now there is a standard that allows there to be another god that has given power and authority to something that does not truly have that.

I think of what C.S. Lewis said:

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Some days are resting on waves and other days are crashing waves.
 
But where is my mindset when these things are happening?

Am I making a home for myself in a world that is not mine in the end.