Ah… life is a puzzle sometimes, thinks I. I am what I am. But where is this life going? What plane of existence am I really on? Is life a job or a vacation? What am I waiting for? Certainly there is a hint somewhere of what comes next. But actual directions in life are few. Soon, years become like months and months like days.
Must I decide my own fate, shouts I? Is it all about free will? Probably. Though the thoughts that clammer for my attention say not. I’m not sure I want to decide what I shall ultimately be. My universal profile must ever be self updating. My higher consciousness must be like a blog. Yet I put off enlightenment and preface my requisite mind expansion with words like “until”. But what I am waiting for, again asks I? It is to that query I am always fated to return.
Latre.
7 responses so far ↓
1 Bill // Mar 23, 2006 at 12:23 am
It’s always today, tomorrow never comes.
2 DJSmallberries // Mar 23, 2006 at 12:25 am
I don’t know about anyone else, but when I read this the voice in my head sounded like Yoda.
3 2fs // Mar 23, 2006 at 10:24 am
1. Cleveland. 2. Continental Flight 320A out of LAX. 3. A job, voluntary with no pay but numerous days off. 4. Lunch. 5. No - Homeland Security will assist. 6. No, it’s about “Free Willy.” 8. Still lunch.
4 InfK // Mar 24, 2006 at 1:19 pm
Meaningfulness is overrated. 50 million years from now we’re all dead anyway. Have a cookie.
5 NotMrSix // Mar 24, 2006 at 10:13 pm
Follow the yellow brick road.
6 Flasshe // Mar 25, 2006 at 3:47 pm
No one’s gotten it yet, but thanks for playing!
7 InfK // Mar 25, 2006 at 11:04 pm
I SAID HAVE A COOKIE!