The past few days

Have been very melancholy. A lot of stupid shit has happened that I think would ordinarily not be a very big deal, however when in a certain mindset it all feels much heavier. It's so easy to become the center of a universe spiraling towards infinite doom. What makes it easier to do so is the fact that we are all doing the same damn thing. We are all so consumed with spinning in our own bullshit that we are too dizzy to help pull one another up.

I wonder what it takes to be one of the few that stop the motion? Just cease the ride and be still. Perhaps even gain footing steady enough to help others. It seems terribly simple, and yet totally out of reach.

Just fiction

The last breath of life puffed softly from his lips at 8:03 on a Wednesday morning. The days leading to that moment were etched forever in her mind; a mind now shackled and constrained with memories. The years and emotions had been turbulent waves crashing against her like the merciless sea. She looked down upon him and knew it was over, her heart and soul sighed with some relief, but still her mind could not relax. It never once occurred to her that the heart and soul should be the ones to hold on. She had never known normalcy in matters of the heart. She had often thought of this day and how she would embrace her freedom and finally live for herself. Now that the day was here, she was unsure of what to do with it.

Sometimes death liberates more than those dying.

Mountain air

Our road trip led past mountains and through tiny towns. Peering up at the towering peaks, straining my eyes to see into all the nooks and crannies; I wondered what it would be like to wander around like a wild mountain person. You know, one of those hairy people who shun society and live off the land - a hermit. There is a giant world all around us and yet we are content to stay put in the same spot for a majority of our lives.

Less is more. I want fewer material things and more exploration time. I never want to stop seeing new parts of the planet.