I'm sitting under a tree somewhere in New Jersey, on my way to New York for a day. I woke up at 5 am, somehow got myself to DC, and got on a bus. The fat gay man behind me has pulled my hair, kicked my seat and pushed his empty Gatorade bottle into my head. Why are you drinking Gatorade? Playing some secret competitive sport back there? There's a truck that once housed animals bound for slaughter over there. I wonder if any of them are still alive.
"You'd remind me I brought it all upon myself... but shrug off that middle-class chip on your shoulder and stick with me a little longer."
There's something calming about knowing that you've got regrets in your pocket. About knowing that youve already tackled a lot of issues and learned a lot about yourself through doing so. Everyone grows. Its inevitable. Youve just got to learn from everything that happens to you in life and make yourself better. Or much worse until you have no choice but to pick up all the shattered pieces. Maybe thats a view skewed by lifelong privilege.
failed lists. so much to do. so little drive. but always driven. always driven towards something more than oneself. what will we become? streaking hubs of knowledge set up by founding fathers. we have all this need for speed but we know not what we're rushing towards. closer to god is the thing. we travel through the world without ever really knowing how we arrive anywhere. we all feel lost because we dont know how we get anywhere. we live in bubbles, bubbles we know. but we know nothing of the outside world. we've created these hells we now love. innovation is destroying us.
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