Full Moon 🌕
Back on the grind. Another day, another week, another month, another year. Time keeps on slippin’. One day it’s here, the next it’s gone. Somebody please, stop this clock. I wonder what the future holds. I wonder, if all of this is for vain, or if something comes out of it. The physical activity, the reading, the writing, the music. Everything. Everywhere. All at once. Is there a point to all the daily activities? Or is the purpose simply to suffer, and kill time before it kills me? Suppose I’ll never know. Suppose, I’m simply meant to live it and then look back once I’ve finally reached the end. Once I’ve finally crossed that finish line- then I can rest my head and look back at it all and ponder. Overall, the end does not occupy too much space in my mind. Reality has taught me that the end can come crashing down all at once, upon a single notice. I do not think that life is like a Hollywood movie, where the plot wraps ...