Day One
How many "Day One"'s do we have in our lives? Or do we even have any? Is it an illusion that anything has a distinct start or end? Like a fresh oil painting smeared, each day fades and blends into the next. How many people truly get to step back enough to see how all of the colours work together before they die?
Deep, eh? I'd argue b/s if I were reading it. But that's just me. This is going to be a short entry because my job may afford me the luxury to fiddle about on the 'net, but it doesn't allow me to delve too deeply. I hope you enjoy any of the thoughts that are relayed to you here.
Deep, eh? I'd argue b/s if I were reading it. But that's just me. This is going to be a short entry because my job may afford me the luxury to fiddle about on the 'net, but it doesn't allow me to delve too deeply. I hope you enjoy any of the thoughts that are relayed to you here.