piece of the wreckage

2009-09-27 - 9:01 p.m.

Focus is the subject, it's perplexing how unbridled these desires can be for things so meaningless and simplistic. I complain to myself at times that the surprises in my life separated themselves from the host and left a bitter old man behind, then why do I surrender to these two plus to equals four activities when at some duration in my life I'll bitch about the redundancy when it falls mandatory. The question of what to do with this life is placed in the back of many minds, set to linger, and all to often it seems expectations are met with concrete answer. I'm going to be a astronaut bus driver or a silent musician, as if devotion to an idea lacks closure for one reason or another.

I'm a bit worried about the amount of problems identified and then acting like the situation has been handled by the mere classification.

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