It's been quite some time since I last saw a blank page. It's a weird feeling. It is a feeling mixed with optimism and uncertainty. Optimistic, about what you are going write. Uncertain, about how that piece of writing will turn out. In fact, this feeling can be related to many things in the real world. Like starting a new day; you feel optimistic at the start of it, but gradually begin to realize that it's as shitty as yesterday. Something that I might end discovering at the end of this piece too. Sigh. All good things come to an end.
Speaking of "good things" coming to an end, the world around us is no exception. This is the point that I can righteously justify the choice of not having kids. Frankly, I don't think I want to father a child into this world. Someday, maybe. Right now, no. The world is a shit place. Let's just accept it. Denial is not going to take us anywhere. Sure, that are some things and places, particularly, that are beautiful and worth experiencing; otherwise it's just shit. Life is beautiful. The world is shit. Twenty five years on this planet haven't suggested otherwise. Although, the possibilities of what the future might hold is tempting. Space travel is something to look forward to, but looks like it might not happen in my timeline.
So what was this piece about? Well, nothing, as always. What's the point of talking about one thing only. Let's talk about everything. Why define boundaries, right?
Lol
Why am I still writing this?
Why the hell are you still reading it?
...
*Awkward*
Speaking of "good things" coming to an end, the world around us is no exception. This is the point that I can righteously justify the choice of not having kids. Frankly, I don't think I want to father a child into this world. Someday, maybe. Right now, no. The world is a shit place. Let's just accept it. Denial is not going to take us anywhere. Sure, that are some things and places, particularly, that are beautiful and worth experiencing; otherwise it's just shit. Life is beautiful. The world is shit. Twenty five years on this planet haven't suggested otherwise. Although, the possibilities of what the future might hold is tempting. Space travel is something to look forward to, but looks like it might not happen in my timeline.
So what was this piece about? Well, nothing, as always. What's the point of talking about one thing only. Let's talk about everything. Why define boundaries, right?
Lol
Why am I still writing this?
Why the hell are you still reading it?
...
*Awkward*
