A lump in my throat, a chill down my spine as nostalgia sets in a single thought on my mind. Gone seem the days of hopes and desires, replaced now it seems by a duty that mires. I shake my head; these thoughts are not my own, everything I’ve worked for and done has wrought what I now have here. Happiness now and tad bit of pride should be the thoughts that stir in my mind, instead I get dribble based on past hopes or accomplishments. I wonder to myself where it all went, now don’t misunderstand it’s not a drive or the ambition that drives people into action that I am referring to, nor are they the hopes and dreams of a past self remembered. No, it seems my old thoughts of time always prevailed in my mind because through observation and a decided mind, time is precious to all that exist. Time is something we all could do with just a little bit more of.
The topics I choose to write about are as varied as my moods. At times I can be curious or theoretical about something specific or so vague that myself am not sure what I'm talking about. I do not always know where a thought is going and I have a tendency to go around in circles without really going anywhere. Like this description, I do not generally seek an answer nor do I seek to answer others questions. Instead I continually seek to question everything; however I always invite answers and do not wish to discourage others. I'm far more interested in the idea of nothing than trying to comprehend everything. Think for example of a shallow pool of water on black concrete and imagine that instead of the concrete beneath the surface of the water, it's actually a bottomless pit. Almost makes you hesitate to stomp with joy in the shallow water for fear of falling doesn't it. Enjoy.