There are times when I scare, even myself with some of the things that I find myself thinking about. It’s nothing violent, but on the way home from my paying job, I found myself thinking, and this is not the first time that I have thought this, but on the way home from work, I found myself thinking of what my future will be holding for me.
I found myself thinking that I would have out lived my family, my friends, my usefulness. If I get noticed at all, it will be as the old man you get stuck behind in the dairy aisle at the local market.
The neighbor you barely notice, as I live on peanut butter sandwiches and chicken soup. Telling myself the same old stories, again and again. Praying that there will some day, be someone who will listen. Someone to remember that I was even here.
Now I do not know what is going to happen any more then you do, and I know that all of this is just projecting, but the only thing that I can say right now is that all of this is fascinating to me in the respect that science can send men into space and bring them back, but cannot explain how or way the human mind works. It is what it is.
So it goes. Press on regardless.