The fading evening sky hides
The blur of moving trees
In the distance, bright points of light
Like diamonds gleam
Through the tunnel, a rushing sound
A city and appears and then it is gone
Without a sound
My chair travels fast without moving
The minutes pass with every mile
The end is our beginning [o]
Cakes and biscuits for breakfast.
This how I begin today. Not every day, I tell myself. I sit and tap away at a keyboard, unsure of what this blog is to become.
Does it matter if I write anything today? Are my experiences so unique that they require a global audience?
Yes, and no.
It matters that I write. Simply because activity changes a person. And change is good.
(Much like cake for breakfast)
The above statement takes 5 months to write. And 10 minutes to type out. And 1 minute to read. And 5 seconds to form an opinion.
You know what you have to do.
Just take a step today and see what happens.
Today is a good day to start.
Technically, today is tomorrow’s yesterday.
Which would imply that if I procrastinated this decision yesterday,
Saying “I will do it tomorrow”,
Then today would be the day to do it.
It is almost midnight so if I don’t post this now,
Then I will be doing so tomorrow,
Which would be yesterday’s tomorrow’s tomorrow.
And that wouldn’t make any sense.
Life is a potato.
