Alright, so we’re galloping headlong into the end of the week, or something like that, but there’s still a lot to do, or something like that, and some such nonsense or something or other and so on and so forth and you get the idea.
The sun shines down and asks vegetation to follow its lead. The vegetation leans toward where the sun runs but the majority of it lacks the ability to go anywhere other than where it is; thus it is up to the offspring to spread. Those flora that do move generally are only interested in moving uphill rather than wherever the sun may lead. If the two align, then it really just is a happy coincidence.
But anyway, that has nothing to do with anything and realistically this is a writing about anything at all that I can think of. Just driving through the muck and the thick of the muck in order to try and pull something out, to bring it to the surface and show it off to everything in the hopes that it reveals something that was not revealed before… I wish. In actuality, this is just a rambling ramble. The hopes are that I get to the end without breaking a sweat and freaking out and making a mess of things, but I don’t think that will happen. Instead what might just happen is that the ocean will come and claim me in a way that I have not been claimed before: by the ocean.
If it does so, then who am I to try and resist its awesome might? I cannot fight that kind of massive force of unrelenting nature. It’s impossible for me to win. Sure, I could prolong its attack, but it would just be the act of prolonging the inevitable and I would just have to give myself over to whatever it is that it would want from me. There is no choice; there is only acceptance.
Still, that is something best not written about at this particular hour of the day. The day us still young and what I want to do is find a way to make sure it is filled with stuff. I don’t want it to be pointless stuff, but stuff that has some sort of meaning and something more than meaning within its confines. Looking for definitions and all that jazz of the proverbial variety.
Actually, now that I think about it, I should probably spend some time listening to jazz today, There is no real reason other than I enjoy it quite a lot and as such I want to enjoy that enjoyment. Throw a bunch of things on with no respect toward consistency and cohesiveness. Might be bad, might be good. The only way to find out is by trying and at the end of the day, regardless of the situation, all we can do is keep on trying to do things for the betterment and enjoyment of ourselves and others.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:12:01
This was just a messy ramble. Bounced around a little too much.
Somewhat-related: There is a tree that “walks”, which is where the bit that I wrote about flora moving uphill comes from, though I’m pretty sure the actual trees that move about follow sunlight rather than slopes.
Written at home.