The pain of existence! Oh, how I am tormented by the requirement to breathe and the inertia of conscience and so on and so forth.

It’s another lazy day and it is raining. There is a boat outside at the moment. It is parked on the street and it is currently surrounded by water, and yet it does not float or move or even sail, and that is due to the water surrounding it being within the rain format of water.

There is no conundrum here; there is nothing to question as it makes sense that it is where it is and it also makes sense that it is not floating. However, if the boat were alive then I imagine that it may find itself in a predicament of sorts, what with it not being within its natural environment and all that, yet still being surrounded by that which it usually finds itself sitting upon.

There is what it needs to traverse in the way a boat is expected to traverse, and yet it cannot make use of it in its current state, for it does not rain enough to flood on this particular street.

Maybe in a few years that will change.

I sit here and I think of things that I don’t need to think about and that isn’t any different from usual. Such is the way of things that I say are contained within the way of things.

I could sit over there and do nothing, but that would mean I would not be earning that money that I so desperately need in order to be able to continue on with my regular happenings. Therefore I will keep on working and I will think about the boat some more.

The boat exists as a means to do other activities; some of which involve regular use of the boat. However, I can only imagine that this one spends most of its time not being used as a boat, but rather as something that consumes space, for not all have the time to spend on the water and rather only spend time on the water where they can, for life often takes us along pathways we least expect and therefore we can only go with the flow that is put in front of us.

Of course we can fight the flow and sometimes that pays off, but that doesn’t always pay off in the way that we expect either.

I’m done thinking about the boat. I know it will soon be gone, but I want it gone sooner than soon. It’s bright and it being bright draws my eyes away from that which I am meant to be taking care of, and so I don’t know where I’m going with this so let us just say that the boat is a metaphor for things we want to do with our lives but are unable to do so due to things that are well beyond what control we may have.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:96

This was fun to write. Easy, relaxed and not the messiest thing I’ve written.

Written at home.