Friday, January 17, 2014

Dragracing down a moebius strip

Consider that image.
Always coming back-ending up-where you started.
Square one.  No discernible progress but lots of mileage.
It seems so negative.  Can one find any good therein?
Life seems so futile, so pointless.  "Vanity", I think he said.  But I don't want to be classified with him, I think. To be grouped with such an apparently tragic figure.  Not enticing.  Nor inspiring.
I"m not feeling very inspired right now.  I have only negative thoughts about life and the way I interface with it.  I waste copious amounts of time, the "stuff of life".  I am full of shame and rage and unpleasantness.  I can't find the real me, and suspect that I wouldn;t really want to.  I am disappointed in my relationships, my roles, and my prospects.  I anguish over family and friends, and the world condition, though I don't dispair about that, knowing how that will ultimately work out.  The world has been redeemed and shall be saved, as will family and friends.
Someday.
Meanwhile, it seems the Ark's door has closed, and I think I felt a rain drop.
Oh the humanity.  I can't bear to watch.

Going to pause here to get a critique..

I'm back.
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