A Curbed Desire for Entertainment

My desire to consume music has been severely curbed. I can't explain why.

The same is true of podcasts. All of them. Every form and function and feature. Even movies and shows and books.

In fact, my interest in nearly every form of personal entertainment has been diminished. Like I said, I haven't put my finger on it yet...though I have some thoughts.

My insides take one of two paths when future unknowns weigh heavy. One path drags me into distraction, a heavy-doses-of-entertainment sort of distraction. The other is a kind of fasting of the medias.

I prefer the latter.

And I think this path is ventured when a season prior to confusion has been intentionally lived out with purpose, meted out with pursued goals, engaged with an attitude more and more in tune with the Christ, and with developed and developing relationships in motion with confidence.

I can think more clearly without the added voices.

I can sit still with greater peace.

I can hear truth and navigate obstacles with greater success.

But if I'm not careful I can easily sink into too much introspection which becomes another sort of media in my mind.

When this happens I know I'm ready to introduce music back into my rhythms again. It's a strange cycle. One worth venturing every time. But still strange. It's as if the same God that created the sounds and feels we associate with music and entertainment, sounds that are a wild gift to mankind, is the same God who removes it for a season to communicate deeper truths sans lesser gods.

Until then, I don't mind the elongated doses of silence.