Well, it is almost the afternoon of another day and soon I head out and hit the road and drive on and off into the distance. That is part of the plan for today. I don’t know how all of it will go, but of course I have hopes that somehow all of it will be balanced on some sort of precipice that I can visualise and eventually visit, assuming that there is indeed a thing that I can call into reality through the power of thought, of course.
There will be thinking. There will also be driving. There will be things that happen and there will be things that don’t happen. There will be a lot of things, but not all things there will be a lot of.
Such is the way of things.
Looking forward will be a requirement as I need to make sure that I know as to where I’m going, of course. There will be other things that I will need to be careful of, such as not looking forward, as well as closing my eyes; something of which I can only do for an incredibly brief moment, for I need to pay attention to where I am going.
On a side note, if you play bass with fingers, remember to keep practising and learning and refining. Don’t take a lot of time off and then return and not expect it to hurt; something of which I didn’t expect, but only due to not thinking about it, but I digress.
The sun is out and there will be a lot of being outside. There will be things that I don’t always do and there will be some things that I do. There will be a sense of bitterness that I often invite and embrace, for I can be a bitter person in knowing of my approaching decrepitude. Still, the sense of freedom… won’t be palpable. It will just be there and there will need to be a strong responsibility that I will need to keep in mind, for driving a death machine is always a risk, but you can mitigate that risk to some extent. You just need to be careful with what it is that you’re doing, of course. Always need to be careful with these things and so being careful is what I will do, but there needs to be that sense of adventure.
There needs to be a sense of adventure within all of the banality, for it’s not as much of an adventure as I’d like to pretend, but seeing as I’m leaving my bubble for a few hours it can be considered an adventure of sorts.
I guess that it’s more of a novelty due to the length of time it has been since the last time I’ve made this long of a journey to this particular area of which I am heading out to, but… well, it’s not really an adventure, but I will still pretend it is one.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:32
This felt really, really easy to write. It just flowed on forward and… yeah.
Not great writing. Not sure what I was going for with this one, but at least it’s a step away from the firm regularity I write.
Written at home.