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Is life just an endless cycle of waiting for old things to be done with and new things to begin? And once new things begin, why do they get old so quickly? What is it that we're (I'm) looking for but not finding? Why can't I ever just be "in the moment"? Is anyone ever really in the moment?
We're always just planning and waiting.
Waiting. Looking for the next thing.
Why am I trying to articulate this?
This sucks.
I promise I don't think about things like this all the time. Moments like this are usually fleeting, but still...
We're always just planning and waiting.
Waiting. Looking for the next thing.
Why am I trying to articulate this?
This sucks.
I promise I don't think about things like this all the time. Moments like this are usually fleeting, but still...