Atomic Sidecar

Apr 16, 2008 18:37

I'm lost in transit. That's my definition of the time in between life-changing events. Transit. The line between two points. Another nine hour day followed by useless filler. I realize more and more that I go weeks at a time without seeing friends. I don't call them but I expect them to call me because in my mind I'm the most important being on Earth. Some times we get to hang out. Most of the time I'm tired when we do. An engine without gas; a forge without a fire. In my youth I was easily inspired, now I just concentrate on surviving. That was the only thing I agreed with my uncle on when I stopped over for Easter. You need to live, not just survive. With all the shit in the world that I see and the failed relationships and waning friendships, sometimes concentrating on survival is the only thing that keeps me from destroying something.

Trigger. Trigger is the catalyst to the events that take you out of transit and set you on a different course. Only rarely is the trigger an action or a decision that you make. Change doesn't come easily. It requires an excess of willpower. You need to push yourself off the rails and when your feet hit the ground you need to run as far away from the monotony as you can. The courage to love, the pain of failure, the fire of sweat, the steel of a gun; all triggers that brought me here. I still have time. Time is all I have.

This will change your mind:

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The PTA should've hired this guy to talk at an assembly at some point. Would've woke up a whole generation of failures and degenerates.
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