In its continuing march the day rolls on forward. There is no stopping it from rolling forward as that is what the day does; you just have to go with it.
It is currently the afternoon and I’m sure that I will write again later on in the day. It is the last day of the year and tomorrow is the new day of the new year and we will experience it once, though the idea will at least repeat many times ahead of now. It all stretches out into an eternity until there is no one around to measure time anymore and the idea disappears. The last remembering how weeks and all that stuff are meant to function will fade away and the ideas of time will be changed as they are forgotten… maybe. Of course, there is no telling and that is not currently what I want to write about. There are other things so let us move away from this grim, yet humbling talk.
Of course my saying that it is humbling is rather egotistical in this instance and displays how not humbling it is. Maybe it’s more the thought that is humbling and not the writing, for it makes me think about the meaningless of everything, and yet how it is important to strive to do better in the face of that meaninglessness. Our lives are over in an instant and ultimate what we do probably does not matter, but at the same time it matters as we create meaning and there are impacts that our actions have whilst we are alive, and well beyond our lives. We add meaning to what we do and we should strive to better things, for even if things are ultimately meaningless, we should still strive to do better and treat each other better, and also treat the environment better.
Anyway, the feeling that nothing you do matters, at least on a grand scale, is somewhat humbling as it’s nice to be reminded of how, ultimately, you happen to be here at this particular place and time and all that stuff. It’s nice to feel insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and it’s good to work toward the betterment of all as we all live here and all that other stuff and I think I’m getting the message muddled so I think I’ll stop trying to make it as right now there are other concerns, such as the heat that is going to heat up the place a little later.
Live in the grand, concerns are small. Is the way things are or something.
Anyway, I think I need to get back to doing things, but later there will be more things and then even more things and slowly, yet surely all will come together and it will be a day of days and a night of nights, and I’ll keep on writing and keep on trying, as that is what I do and I’ll keep on doing so.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:41:72
It was a long day of work and I can’t explain why this became as serious as it did as it has been a good few hours since I wrote this. Probably had something to do with the idea of writing about how something is humbling can end up being an egotistical endeavour.
Written at home.