Day in. Day out. Isn't that what it's about?
Yes. No. I don't know. I don't know anything. Not really. The more I know, the less I know. The less I want to know. It's a vicious cycle. But nonetheless...makes me human.
Aren't we all twiddling our thumbs? Doing our best to live our lives the "right" way? To heal the scars of yesterday? To take one step forward each and every day...sometimes to take two steps back.
Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. And months turn into seasons. And just as surely as summer fades into winter, so do the seasons of our lives pass by us.
Some are warm. And long. Others bitter. Also long. For each, we make the most of it. At the very least, survive. If lucky, even thrive.
We get up. We got knocked down. We get up. We get knocked down. We spin round and round on a floating rock called Earth.
Our entire lives we worry. We doubt. We learn. We grow. We do our best with what we know.
We laugh. We smile. We cry. We hurt. Undeniably, we also love. We are energy floating in this existence we call, universe.
For as long as we have today, will we move forward. Into tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. Wake up. Go to sleep. Wake up. Until eventually...the last day.