Back to banging that drum, you're still so weak minded baby. Throwing invisible fists against the wall, no such thing as delirium. Something of a bleak outlook - but it's okay, because it's interesting, and you'd make a good character in the next novel I'm planning on writing. Or maybe everybody has the possibility of being the next inspiration, who knows.
What the hell are we doing here? Why are we sitting in this empty room staring at walls hoping that something will change soon? Of course, eventually, it will all change. The ceiling will slope and the walls will begin to erode and crumble and the foundation will crack and the wrinkles in our faces will deepen and roots will tie our feet to the floor and we'll sink deeper into our chairs until there is nothing left of us. But I'm talking about the present, what's here, who we are now, why are we waiting for change to approach us? Take a step back and examine your life: if you could pick and choose every little aspect of your existence, what would you keep? What would you toss aside? What aspects would wrack your mind with guilt and sadness because you couldn't decide to keep or lose them? Change won't come to you, you have to run to it. Chase what makes you alive, the only constant in this stupid, small existence is change. Change makes us live, it makes us wonder and breathe slow in awe. The clouds crawling across the sky, the change in the weather pattern posing the question: sunglasses, or no sunglasses? The growth of an infant to a toddler to a preteen to their first kiss to their prom night to.. uh oh, skip that part.. that is life, that is change, change is constant.
The ability to wake up in the morning and say "I have no idea what is going to happen today, but I'm okay with that." That is what I aspire to.
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