No Plan

I’m staring at a blank screen while also glancing over at the window. Wondering about what the hell am I going to write? I mean the scene never really changes either way, I’m either staring at this blank screen or looking out over the same scene outside, that only changes with the weather. In my honest opinion I would rather be outside but considering my physical limitations, I’m often stuck here in front of this screen.

I observe in quiet contemplation what the rest of the world sees. It’s either living in the noise or serving it’s chosen master. Or fighting to just survive, while the rest of the world doesn’t give a damn. And while there may be other variations of these stuck in the middle. It’s life that hangs between these two extremes. So I ask myself, why do I live my life in such quiet detachment? I mean, I once felt so very connected and involved. Could it be that I’ve grown tired or could it mean I cannot find peace no other way? It’s an interesting dichotomy, don’t you think?

Or are these the ravings of a tired old man, who’s simply out of time? In a world where no reward is given, for doing what your told. The average person shouldn’t expect any more recognition than that. Maybe it’s just a potential that I saw as a young man that was never really there. So I should accept my standing and do nothing more? But there is a tiny little spark that reminds me that we are more than the sum of our parts. So continue your path of self-discovery, knowing there was a plan, where there seems to be no plan.