My partner and I started this tradition of creating absurd haiku about our daily mundane moments - like waiting for toast or finding socks - but lately when we try to do it, we both just feel like we're forcing something that used to flow naturally. We can't tell if the magic is gone or if we're just trying too hard to recreate something that was beautiful because it was spontaneous.
More people experience this than they realize.
The attempt to preserve ephemeral joy through repetition can destroy the very impermanence that made it precious.
“Where Are You with Japanese aesthetic play — mono no aware in comedy?”
Peri can explain why this happens, help you decide if this is the right situation for you, and point toward the right journey or coach.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.