Saturday, April 04, 2020

Grass is Cut, Again

I don't care. Consciousness searches for a little happiness, but the brain just won't let it be. Something's missing. Education, religion, work and play, everything brings a transient state with an expiration date signaled by dissatisfaction and leading, eventually, to dread.

Sappy words won't fill the gas tank. Time needs a different kind of fuel. Satisfaction is a steep grade and takes too much energy.

It's like you studied for the wrong test. The test for which you prepared was administered yesterday. You got a zero, and you'll fail the test you're taking today.

Take that seat at the head of the class; humility will find you. It'll drag you down to the point where anything going up looks good. You'll wear the crown as monarch of an ash pile.