Lucky are those whose lives are short-lived.
The journey to nowhere is long and arduous and in the process of finding meaning it is a surprise how a significant amount of time passes by without any fruition.
It may be because we spend a majority of it living in the real world and the now of it, trying to breathe and exist while subliminally trying to solve this ridiculous notion of meaning.
An equation that has most of the variables constantly shifting on both sides.
When a life comes to an end with or without the solution, it affects those around them profoundly but they themselves seem to be freed from the whole fancy parade.
Also, I wonder how those who continue turn from youth to being old and talk about finding dignity in the process. Where is the dignity in knee pains and cramps, receding hair lines and being out of fashion with the rest of the world?
You are no longer the new kid on the block, the generation of reckoning or in-tune with the in thing unless it is a struggle that inches painfully forward, if at all.
How do we go from all the vitality of our lives and certainty of our thoughts to being once young?
When that happens, when your swiftness of thought and movement are a memory, however recent or distant, then what happens?
Mortality has never bothered me but somehow old age does.
Being out of sync, being unimportant and have beens is what most futures look like and without having a sense of meaning or purpose is what makes it more difficult to step out of the bed knowing that I'm well on my way there.
And just like that, a half life seems like a simpler solution.
The journey to nowhere is long and arduous and in the process of finding meaning it is a surprise how a significant amount of time passes by without any fruition.
It may be because we spend a majority of it living in the real world and the now of it, trying to breathe and exist while subliminally trying to solve this ridiculous notion of meaning.
An equation that has most of the variables constantly shifting on both sides.
When a life comes to an end with or without the solution, it affects those around them profoundly but they themselves seem to be freed from the whole fancy parade.
Also, I wonder how those who continue turn from youth to being old and talk about finding dignity in the process. Where is the dignity in knee pains and cramps, receding hair lines and being out of fashion with the rest of the world?
You are no longer the new kid on the block, the generation of reckoning or in-tune with the in thing unless it is a struggle that inches painfully forward, if at all.
How do we go from all the vitality of our lives and certainty of our thoughts to being once young?
When that happens, when your swiftness of thought and movement are a memory, however recent or distant, then what happens?
Mortality has never bothered me but somehow old age does.
Being out of sync, being unimportant and have beens is what most futures look like and without having a sense of meaning or purpose is what makes it more difficult to step out of the bed knowing that I'm well on my way there.
And just like that, a half life seems like a simpler solution.
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