Driving
I encase myself in my perceptions; always keeping my environmental and social filters
enabled… I drive this aching, aging body around aimlessly; avoiding conflict,
and always keeping foreign concepts and thoughts of possible alternate realities at
arms-length. I navigate through the potholes and dirt roads of life for as far as it takes
me. With blinders firmly in place, I routinely travel through my days without questioning
the profound inquiries of the vastness of the universe, the clichéd, “why are we here?”,
or what happens when our fragile vessels finally give way to the dirt from which we
came. I am merely in the here and now. Sometimes the unknown needs to remain
“unknown”… My ignorance is bliss as I try to keep my tiny shell on this road with
no answers; with no meaning; and with the always looming finite time ticking in
the background…
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