I'm sitting here, been sitting here, waiting for a wiff of inspiration. Perhaps I spent it all on productive things. That's more than likely a better approach to life. Spend your energy on the things you're supposed to do. But, what's the fun in that, where's the suprise?
Even though it doesn't technically fall in the category of productive productions I've been working on a story as well, but I think I like the idea of it more than I like the end product. We'll see. I have no ambitions really. I'm way too old for ambitions.
Speaking of too old. I was pondering what we to preserve our apperances. Do antiwrinklecreams actually help, and if they don't would we really know the difference? I mean, we only know the end result of the choices we did make, not the ones we didn't. That logic tells me that perhaps it doesn't really matter anyway. We're just (maybe) delaying what's coming to us anyway, and why would it be so scary to become what we're ment to be?
Lately I've thought of old people like the end product. Like it takes us all life to get to that stage. Not everyone enjoys the luxury of growing old. Some die way too soon. Maybe a death of someone oh too young when I was oh too young to know what it'd do to me long term has coloured my views. I've never felt immortal and the end has always been present. It could be for that simple knowledge that I like to be a bit cautious.
Anyway, until I get inspired, that's pretty much what all I've got.
Even though it doesn't technically fall in the category of productive productions I've been working on a story as well, but I think I like the idea of it more than I like the end product. We'll see. I have no ambitions really. I'm way too old for ambitions.
Speaking of too old. I was pondering what we to preserve our apperances. Do antiwrinklecreams actually help, and if they don't would we really know the difference? I mean, we only know the end result of the choices we did make, not the ones we didn't. That logic tells me that perhaps it doesn't really matter anyway. We're just (maybe) delaying what's coming to us anyway, and why would it be so scary to become what we're ment to be?
Lately I've thought of old people like the end product. Like it takes us all life to get to that stage. Not everyone enjoys the luxury of growing old. Some die way too soon. Maybe a death of someone oh too young when I was oh too young to know what it'd do to me long term has coloured my views. I've never felt immortal and the end has always been present. It could be for that simple knowledge that I like to be a bit cautious.
Anyway, until I get inspired, that's pretty much what all I've got.
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