Friday, August 12, 2011


Haven't had a lot to share, lately, as I've been busy pondering what the point of it all is, precisely.

Everyone keeps talking about how the summer flew by, and I suppose it did, but what I feel is that each day of this year is plodding along like a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter (I stole that). It's summer now. And then it will be fall. And then winter. And then spring. And then summer again. Life is a big circle, a continuous cycle, and endless march back to the place you already came from, kind of pointless.


And then I thought, well, maybe that's it exactly. Maybe there is no big neon, flashing lights, red arrow point to life, any more than there's a point to eating chocolate or visiting the beach or curling up with a great book, other than having the experience. Maybe it's just about having the experience, and not about much else.

Which is okay, and a little relieving, because there's nothing to "get" - you just get to be.

And with that said, I'm off to be __________________. Thanks for indulging my little existential crisis.

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