it is still a case this morning, of trying to figure out where it is that I am going to be going with all of this. it is still a work in progress, and sometimes that could be a good thing. all that I am sure of right now is that all of this is just something to help pass the time until I get to the point in my life when I can feel that I have arrived.
I would really hate to think that would be the case, because if I have arrived, then what else is there left to work for. at the same time though, it just seems that there is just no end to all of this, so there in lays the rub.
I do not want to arrive, then there is nothing left, but then I would not be able to continue to write, because there would be nothing left to write about, because at that point I would have said it all. whatever saying it all really means.
so here I am again, wondering what it all really means. the days come and the days go and there is nothing that ever really changes.
so it goes. press on regardless.