To the future & wherever it may bring me.

My interest is in the future because I'm going to spend the rest of my life there.
--Charles Kettering

My world needs to be filled these days, with artful quotes (or quotations as my high school English teacher would have me say) reflecting on the world how I see it. Things to make me question my very existence here, to make me question my purpose, my goal, to make me question anything & everything. Sounds cliche.

The world here buzzes with lives overlapping with one another, yet we're all oblivious. She talks about the person five feet from her while they're talking to themselves. Why are we all so negative? Why do we tear each other down when all we need to do is hold each other up?

I'm big on senselessness tonight.

I question myself today, as I sit & think back on who I've become. Do I like it? Do I like who I long to be? Do I like what I've done, what I think I'll do, or what I long to? Does it matter? Quantum mechanics makes my knees hurt. Fuck determinism.

This life is becoming a puzzle, the pieces are in my lap & now I have to put them together. I have to make them fit. I have to make the future from what I have here. Is it enough? Will it ever be? What is enough? Why does it matter?

I keep coming back to this question of whether or not it matters & the truth is I'll probably never know. [Philosophy asks: Do we ever truly know anything?] This world is taken one day at a time & maybe that's something I need to learn one step at a time. One minute at a time. One second at a time.

Blink & it's gone.