I live on a notion that tomorrow will be the day. Whatever that action may be. It will be tomorrow. When someday, tomorrow, I won't be here. So, waiting for these specific actions to occur is basically what I determine to be life.
And tomorrow comes, and there, I lose everything I've ever wanted.
I try to everyday, better myself; find a new reason to be alive, a purpose. And after 25 years on the earth, I continue to lack any direction, just living to live. Or dying to die. Whichever suits yourself; that or any combination, there of.
I know we are here for a reason, and I tend to find such from day to day, with many days interlocking the days of revelation.
And thus maybe the problem with my writing.
I want to write all the time, at least once a day, or even several times a week.
But I have no purpose, thus no topic. So, maybe I shall, just like formal education, chose myself a topic and elaborate as such.
Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor place.
Ok, while that may have been a bit over-exagerated; I'd rather write a topic on one of the 4 books I wish to someday scribe.
But I am neither, a scribe, or a motivated person.
Selah.
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