I haven’t slept much lately; my body wants a break but my mind keeps on working. A lot of thoughts about everything; a lot of problems without solving anything. My plans derailed and I’ve been complacent. Days are rolling by without purpose. Soul-searching is a lost art. Death is knocking on everyone’s door.
I’m approaching the end of another pattern. A year ago, the encumbering monotony pressed me towards the void. A second chance to reset things. My hope to find a new path became fleeting and I broke my compass. Happiness is a state of mind; my mind is too busy to accept that premise. Death continues knocking at the door.
I often wonder about the events of this year. Is this the beginning of the end? Time will tell. However, I still have a chance at life. My opportunities to do the things I was told I couldn’t do. Boiling down tradition and modern complexities into a simple premise.