I hear the distant sound of construction, and ponder the world which my actions create; I don't know if my skills are wrong, or if I am using bad materials.
Days pass like drops of rain in a storm, and I feel like the hillside worn away by the flow; I would like to hope that the bits which were washed away, become a part of a greater purpose.
We all spend a large amount of our lives seeking and finding; maybe it would be great, to know what it is we are seeking, and what to do with what we find.
I would like to truly understand the multitude of thoughts which are going through my mind; but my conscious and unconscious thoughts are not on speaking terms.
Many of us, live a life which is filled with fear, some of it real, and some of it imagined; our imagined fears may be worse, but there are far less of them to face.
Sometimes all I want is some quiet, just to think and clear my head; and just when I find that space, the only real quiet I find are thoughts I am unable to complete.
The length of the day, is mostly inversely proportional to the amount fun which you are having, plus the amount of enjoyment you are getting from the company which you share.