
Monday, September 01, 2008
another end, another start.
pick up the pieces and keep going on.
it's not the end until it's really the end.
nothing you can do to speed it up, except to follow the flow.
blind and single minded, we follow to the end of an unknown destination.
every second, every min is a step closer to 6 feet below.
don't you wish you could plan your end? in flourish and with a splendid "bang!'?
i guess the anonymity and the unknown gives an element of surprise to our otherwise bland and routine life of being alive, surviving, giving birth, growing old and just rot to nothingness. sooooo "exciting"!
but thank god for the others stuck on the boat, who make it seems all the less bleak to being here, being alive. thank god for the differences and the annoying traits. it sure makes emotions a lot more varied, though i do not have that many myself.
so now, i have to pick up the pieces, walk back a little if i have to, and continue my trudge forward with the many who are stuck being alive. even if i loathe the monotonicity of routines, i have to agree that is the most straightforward and least complicated mean of living. just have to depend on my dire sense of humor to enjoy what lies in front and my camaraderie to make fun of it.
gawd, i'm feeling as weary as an eighty year old with decades of sight, when i'm barely into my twenties to even exclaim that i have seen it all, done it all. damn.
ps: if anyone understands my rant, a pat on their back. i mean it, i dun even understand it myself.
m&v
-feelings inside ;